It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Taryon Darrington, a human artificer . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, They leave the bar, and Keyleth brings them back to Whitestone. In Whitestone, Scanlan goes to check on Kaylie, and the two of them discuss moving on with their lives.
DM: Okay. Asking around a bit, it doesn't take much to find Kaylie in your old room in Whitestone, the one where you both left when you first exited the group for a short time. She's in there, bandaged up, and looks like she's taking a dagger and throwing it into the wall, then walking over and pulling it back out, sitting back on the bed and throwing it, and it bounces off. The hilt hits. She's like, "Fuck." Picks it back up and doesn't notice you in the doorway. As she sits back down, she looks over.
Player: Hi.
DM: "Hi."
Player: You with a dagger in your hand's always a little scary.
DM: "Why, does it frighten you?"
Player: Not any--
DM: "Boo!"
Player: (yelps) Okay, it frightens me a little.
DM: She sheathes it on the side.
Player: You okay?
DM: "I've had better days. I'm all right."
Player: Good.
DM: "You're alive."
Player: Surprisingly, yes. We won.
DM: "I figured, if you're standing here before me. That's good. Congratulations."
Player: Thanks. I'm sorry that I had to go do that. I had to.
DM: "I'd be disappointed if you'd've came back with me. More important things."
Player: So what now? Do you want to go back to Ank'Harel and keep criming?
DM: You watch for a brief second her tough exterior break, and you can see her eyes welling up a little bit. She looks at the ground for a minute, then looks back up at you. "I'm glad you're safe."
Player: I'm so happy I got to see you again. I thought for a second that when we said goodbye, it was the last time.
DM: "I didn't. I know you too well, at this point. You're too much of a turd to die."
Player: That's true. Only good people die.
DM: "I'd like to go back to Ank'Harel. I don't know if this whole Meat Man thing's for me anymore."
Player: Yeah. No, I hear you. I don't know if it's for me, either. It was fun.
DM: "It was a lot of fun!"
Player: It felt like we were killing time a little bit. There's something else that we should do. I don't know what. Maybe your thing won't be my thing.
DM: "Let's find someone to pass on the mantle to, eh?"
Player: That's a good idea.
DM: "I think the Meat Man should be there, just not us."
