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  then made  their  way into the city of Deastok, to the Darrington Estate, and were led up into the study of Howaardt Darrington, father of you.   They  all discussed the reasons of why  Tary  was brought back, the current financial state of the family, and the intent to resolve and remedy long-standing sins of the father through ' you  standing up and doing  his  family duty', from  Howaardt's  perspective.
DM: As you're exiting the house and Berthold's opening the door, you hear some heavy creaking from the stair that leads down to the main area, and you watch as an older woman in her early fifties or so with her mid-length, curly brown hair in shades of gray, green eyes behind a small set of reading spectacles, stoic of face, wearing what looks to be some sort of a finely crafted silk robe, clutching a book under her arm, comes down the steps and looks down and goes, "Taryon?"
Player: Mama?
DM: "Taryon, my boy!" And she sets the book down and walks up, puts her hands out as she says, "Oh," takes you at the sides of the face and pulls you in for (kisses). "Oh, terribly sorry. I didn't realize that we had guests."
Player: Oh, yes, these are my allies and my friends. This is the team known as Vox Machina. They are a fearless band of adventurers and they have taken me in as their own.
DM: "Look at you, so rugged!"
Player: Well. Yes, I am, a bit!
DM: "So you've had some adventures with my boy, have you?" "That's wonderful. Have you spoken with your father?"
Player: Yes, I've spoken to Father, and Sister, and it's good to know they're healthy. And it's lovely to see you, as well. Have you been happy at all, this last year?
DM: "I--" And she reaches back and takes the book off the step and goes, "I've been making my way through your library."
Player: Oh! Oh, my books, in my room.
DM: "Yes! Well, I've had a lot of time to myself. Been a bit under the weather for some time, and these have kept me fine company."
Player: Oh. That's lovely. I hope you've enjoyed them as much as I did. What's your favorite one?
DM: "Well, not this piece of trash." And she sets it down. "There's one. What was it called? The River's Dawn. It was a brilliant--"
Player: Before the River's Dawn, yes.
DM: "Before the River's Dawn! That one, yes. It was a continuation of the creation myth of Wildmount, but it turned into the spirits of the gods, these two fauns, and they fell in love but could not be together because the dawn had to rise and the sun would shine. It was very, very beautiful!"
Player: Yes, yes! No it was, but also heartbreaking at the same time.
DM: "Very much so. It reminded me of you."
Player: Yes. That's one of my favorites, as well.
DM: "Well. I didn't break the binding too much, I hope."
Player: I'll fix it if you did. It's all right.
DM: "All right."
Player: Well, that's wonderful to hear. I'm glad you've been entertaining yourself. I know living with Papa can be very hard, and it's been very hard on you all these years.
DM: "If you would excuse us for just a moment, please. Just a few moments." And she points towards the door.
