It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Nott the Brave, a goblin rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Fjord tells them he sees visions of a giant eye, and hears a voice. The sphere reminds him of that eye, and he wants to know where the temple is.
DM: Okay! It (whoosh) (clattering), the small shatter. The guy's like, "Who goes there?" (grunting) He goes walking in that direction. You get one final crate that you get to. You pull it open. Looking inside, it looks to be-- I'm sorry there isn't a whole lot more to find, but most of the cargo here is food. You find a lot of an older set of fruit, maybe various things that were brought from their last destination. The smell immediately hits you, of like fermenting orange and other types of various sweet, or at least now sweet, and fermented fruit.
Player: Yeah, I'll grab some of that, too.
DM: Okay. You quickly fill your pockets. It's squishy to the touch. When they put it in there, it (squish) on the inside. You feel it, the cold wetness of it, spilling against your shirt. You get some pockets filled with fermented fruit.
Player: Okay, so I got an armful of gunpowder.
DM: Yep.
Player: Armful of rotting fruit.
DM: Yeah.
Player: That's a success. [cheering]
DM: You make your way back?
Player: I'm going to head back, yeah.
DM: Okay, make another stealth check.
Player: Oh boy, with advantage, I hope?
DM: Yep.
