It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He informs them that Kashaw is back and they will be having a meeting in a little bit. Assum tells them food is probably ready and leaves.
DM: Kima takes a couple steps and says, "Wow, I'm more tired than I expected after that fight. Then again, we did kill a dragon! And that is fantastic!"
Player: We did. Yeah. And you got a brilliant new sword.
DM: Which she pulls out and (swish). You can see the arc of light streak across the blade as she flings it in the air with incredible strength for a halfling of her size. She's still marveled by it. "You know what? I'm not going to sleep. I'm going to go practice!" And she goes and runs off down one of the hallways towards one of the castle's training rooms.
Player: Wait, Kima, Kima! You don't hear anything when you use that, do you? Like voices or someone talking to you or--
DM: She holds the blade up to her ear. "No."
Player: No, good! Good. It's a beginner problem, but you're quite advanced. Not worried about it. Enjoy!
DM: "Thanks, Grog!" Slaps you on the shoulder with an awkward glance and continues the excited steps forward into vanishing somewhere into the castle.
