It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Taryon Darrington, a human artificer . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  So, the trammels now complete, each glowing with the runes of each gifted deity power source -- we have one that glows yellow across its runic outside, one that has a sky blue, and one that emanates a black shadow from its runes, representing each deity that bequeathed an element of their power unto these trammels. You then decided to have Scanlan drop his Magnificent Mansion and decide where your next journey was.
DM: All right, so as you finish the drink, you blink your eyes. I'm going to ask you, Scanlan, who do you see first?
Player: Let's see here, what do we got, six people over here?
DM: Well, you have two that have dove off to the side.
Player: Oh, okay. Then I'll roll a d4. One, two-- oh wait, it's just three. It was a fucking four. Two! Okay, Keyleth.
DM: No, Keyleth is being shielded right now.
Player: Oh shit! Well, then it's just Vex or Percy? Or wait, are those two, too?
DM: The other people in the room right now are Percival, Vex, or Grog.
