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, Keyleth polymorphs Grog into a gorilla, and she herself Beast Shapes into a giant eagle. Everyone moves through the bog canopy and enters a shaded nightfall in proximity to the giant tree.
DM: "You mistake. My intent is not to hurt, but to understand. I see lots of my youth in you. We are not as different as you may think. You have things I do not. Companionship. I have been without for so very long. And the ones I have let in have hurt me so very deeply." His eyes actually cast away from you for a second and he steps back into place. Almost seems to, his confident form withdraws into this almost hanging, sad position.
Player: You've been betrayed.
DM: We all have in some degree, yes.
Player: Is that why you are what you are now?
DM: I don't even remember. I just know that I'm alone and she left me there.
Player: She? Who is she?
DM: Memories have faded. I just want someone to understand me, that's all. Can you understand me?
Player: Sondur. I understand.
DM: "Is there trust in you?" His form steps forward once more, his head tilted, looking at you curiously.
Player: You want to be loved.
DM: I wish a bond. A companion once more. Would you embrace me? Embrace your rebirth? I could give you so much.
