It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Laura tries to stall the beginning of the episode by showing off her dice bag shaped like a bear.
DM: "Of course. You do realise that you can still call me father. I mean, I know you're the leader, but--"
Player: Can I? Is that allowed? I don't really know.
DM: He puts his hand up and puts his arm around your shoulder and guides you off away from the chaos of the celebration. You hear the whistling of music and flutes and thin tanner drums going off in the distance. And as it fades the further off you guys walk in the direction of the tree where the ceremony took place-- (something falls in the background) "Oh, sorry."
Player: You should fire that guy.
DM: "I will."
Player: Shitty servants.
DM: "It's very windy up here. Don't worry about it."
Player: Yes, that's true.
DM: As you walk further away towards the tree, he takes his arm off from around your shoulder and says, "Now, I understand you have many questions and we've prepared you as much as we could leading up to this journey you've gone on, but now you're here."
Player: I guess.
DM: "Primarily, the people of Zephra look to you for guidance when choices are hard, difficult."
Player: Okay.
DM: "You are the acting head of law, like I've been all this time. If there is conflict, if there is difficulty, if there is a challenge that presents itself, that requires the wisdom of a leader to step in--"
