It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, After a while they hear something approaching, and Scanlan preps his mansion as a safe retreat. The figures turn out to be a handful of skeletons, which are easily dispatched.
DM: 15's not too bad. You taste it, and you smell it. It's not ash. It's very, very, very fine powder. It has an earthy rock taste to it.
Player: And are there any tracks or footprints ahead of Pike and I?
DM: Make a survival check.
Player: Survival. Ooh, that's good. 19.
DM: 19. You do see some tracks stepping up and down, yes.
Player: Both ways?
DM: Both ways.
Player: Shite.
DM: All right. So pushing forward, another 30 or 40 feet, roll another investigation check.
Player: Not perception?
DM: Not for checking for traps, man, it's investigation. Always been.
Player: 21.
DM: 21, okay.
