It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, There was a cart of horses pulling a group of four gnomes that all eventually revealed themselves to be family of Pike Trickfoot.  After taking them in, whether or not  Vox Machina was  excited or eager to, nevertheless  they  treated them with hospitality, gave them a place to stay, gave them food for the evening, conversations were had,  and  information was passed around.
DM: As you guys approach, gently, as they're preparing for the next shot, you see Kynan bring up his arm and look over and see the rest of you, and immediately changes his posture. He was already in a formal leader position, but as soon as you approach, it's almost like, oh, the boss is here to watch. And he kind of (inhales). "Hold. We have company."
Player: At ease, at ease.
DM: Turns around and jogs up to the edge of the perimeter of this training ground. And he goes, "Hello. By what pleasure do we have you--?"
Player: We are giving a very rare tour of the grounds and we thought that, these being Trickfoots, as in the family of Trickfoots--
DM: "Oh. Oh!"
Player: -- we would show them one of the things that makes this castle so special, and one of the things that makes this castle so special is you and your company.
DM: "Well, it is an honor to have the Trickfoots among us. I am Captain Kynan Leore. I am the, as to recently assigned, captain of the Riflemen of Whitestone." And you see him go from-- his whole, structured presentation begins to quickly fade as the nerves kick in. You can see his voice get a little quivery and his posture begin to fall a little bit. "These are my Riflemen... and women! It's called Riflemen, but it's men and women. It's a formality."
