It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Trent is curious about Yasha, who admits she is from Xhorhas and has been in the Empire only about eight months. During their conversation, she fails a wisdom save, but with no obvious consequence.
DM: He reaches out and shakes your hand once more. "I would like very much to talk to you some time in the future. You're intriguing."
Player: Well, you see, you have to go through me, because I'm her booker. That's actually a conversation that me and you and the rest of The Mighty Nein can have.
DM: "You're Cobalt Soul, aren't you?" Oremid goes, "Please, stop this interrogation. I apologize. My friend is very studious."
Player: No, I am Cobalt Soul. Yeah. Super proud of the work we're doing over there.
DM: "You have done much great work and have aided us on many occasions."
Player: Everyone at the Cobalt Soul feels the same about you all at the Halls of Erudition.
DM: Oremid Hass actually laughs and he goes,  "Look. I know that there have been tensions in the past, but, complete honesty, I really appreciate what you do over there."
Player: Thank you.
DM: "Anyway, we must be off. The evening has grown late. Isn't that correct?" Trent goes, "Yes, that is correct. It's been a pleasure. I look forward to our paths crossing again."
