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, However, the other members of Vox Machina interject and say that he is not free to go just yet; they still need him to testify in front of Sovereign Uriel Tal'Dorei III to prove that their earlier actions at the feast held for Lord and Lady Briarwood were justified (see:
 The Feast/
 Crimson Diplomacy). Rejoining the party, you wonders aloud why Desmond is still in the cell.
DM: And you visually see a weight off his shoulders. He seems to shrink almost three inches from just the full exhale of his body, and a little bit of tears well up in his eyes and he says, "Whitestone? Does it still stand?"
Player: It's beautiful. And growing.
DM: "I can't wait to get back."
Player: Desmond, dear?
DM: "Yes?"
Player: Before you do, could we ask a small favor of you?
DM: "Of course. You kept me safe, you saved me. Most of me."
Player: Would you mind speaking on our behalf to Emperor Uriel? Emperor? Sovereign Uriel. That'd be great. That'd just be wonderful.
DM: "Of course, I'd be happy to, it'd be my pleasure."
Player: Thank you. And you can, you know, come out of the cell and eat with us, now.
DM: "Great." And he goes and off the little stone slab there he pulls his platter, which is already half-eaten, and eagerly walks up holding it with you, expectantly.
