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, They are brought to meet Flamespeaker Cerkonos, the headmaster of the tribe. Cerkonos confirms that you's mother, Vilya, came through about ten years ago on her own aramente.
DM: He seems stern, but honest. His words, genuinely, come from a place of worry and a tinge of regret at the knowledge that he's just received. "Your mother was strong of heart and was very fierce. She could stir the heart of the mountains themselves with a word. She was very well respected amongst us."
Player: She was better than I am.
DM: "I hope not." At this moment his face becomes a little darker and he says, "Korren? I assume he is well?"
Player: He is. As stubborn as always.
DM: "Well, you come with compatriots. You trust them?"
Player: Yes. These are my traveling companions, Vox Machina. They've proven themselves time and time again. We've been together for almost over a year now.
DM: "Do you trust them?"
Player: I do. We actually have a keep now in Emon.
DM: "Good. You'll need trust. You are here to learn, then, for your Aramente. To be tested, yes?"
Player: Correct.
DM: "Then speak what you've learned to seek, what you wish to learn. What do you lack? What will be your death?"
Player: I have actually seen a vision of my death. From not having the will to do what is necessary, for fear of harming others, instead of protecting myself.
DM: "Then the test begins now, without preparation. Do you also wish to join her in this task?"
