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,   The party managed to make their way outside of Emberhold proper, and  they've  all taken a moment to breathe, at this point realizing that, thankfully, for the most part  they've  all survived, aside from the missing party member and a few in a state of flux at the moment.
DM: "Good. The cruel king is down, and I thank you for that." She walks back to the little perch on the rock at the side of the wall and says, "He tried to break me. Relish in his false superiority. Dragging hooks across my flesh, underestimating the will of a servant of Bahamut."
Player: Are you congratulating us for being murderers? Is that what you're doing right now?
DM: "Murder and justice are two entirely different things and the deities of all good saw to it that this King's time was limited."
Player: Are you suggesting now that we control the wills of the deities?
DM: "No, but we enact them, as long as we work within your plans to keep us safe."
Player: That's mighty bold and presumptuous of you.
DM: "My life has been given to guidance of the platinum dragon, who has not seen nothing but the positive direction for all of your species, mine and the rest of humanity, that exists in the material plane. You would do well to not disrespect one who looks out for you, even though you may not look up to him for guidance. The reason these lands that you grew up in are safe and free, as much as they are, are because of the sacrifices of my brethren who came before me under his light and guidance. I'm not saying you to worship him-- each one has their own gods of choice. I just say, show some respect."
