It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Ogden tells her the history of how the Trickfoots were first cursed. He explains that he has spent his life researching this curse, and once succeeded in exorcising it from Johann some years ago.
DM: "Let's just say that some of our family aren't the most subtle." She looks down and to the side and averts her gaze. "They're good people. They're very good people. Johann has done a lot for us, but he's more prideful than the rest of us. As soon as anyone starts any shit, he's the first to get in their face about it. He's a fiery one. It's why Astra took to him."
Player: She's fiery as well, it seems.
DM: "She's something."
Player: If you could settle down anywhere, where would it be?
DM: She looks around at the whole city. "Probably right here."
Player: Whitestone is quite wonderful.
DM: "It's very nice. People here are far less dubious than the folks in Kymal, at the very least."
Player: Pike's buttered us up quite well.
DM: "I miss her a lot. We grew up together. I don't know if you knew that."
Player: I heard. How old was she when she left?
DM: "I don't know the specifics of it, but me and her were both in our first decade."
Player: What was that like, having Pike leave and you staying behind?
DM: "We were friends. She was my only friend, at the time. I've always been a reader. They tell me the first of my kind, so I didn't take to making new friends very well. That, and Uncle needs someone to look after him, and I didn't really want to drop the ball on that."
Player: Well, you're a good person.
DM: "I'm a person."
Player: Would you like to see the library?
DM: "You have a library?"
Player: It's growing.
DM: "Yes, please!"
Player: I don't know how big the library is right now.
DM: In Castle Whitestone?
Player: I mean, it's my particular--
DM: Oh, your personal library? It's not huge.
Player: I'm growing it!
DM: I know, but it took a while to construct it, and then some books have made their way in. It's maybe a third full, but as you show her, she's like, "What kind of books do you have?"
Player: Oh, well, a lot of books about really terrible gods. Some good gods. Oh! I have something about the Feywild; I remember picking that up. Would you like to learn about the Feywild?
DM: "Yeah. I've only heard a few things."
Player: I go dig through my books and find it.
DM: She takes her straightened hair to the side, and she nervously steps back with it and smiles with her little gap tooth. "Are you sure?"
