It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The frost worm bites Keyleth, who casts Blight as payback and heals herself. Vax asks Pike for healing, then hits the visible worm.
DM: "We've been told something similar before, and that didn't go too well. Put the skull down, please."
Player: Yeah. But it's a wish. We can wish for anything.
DM: "Grog, please, trust me? Put the skull down."
Player: I don't want to put it down.
DM: "I know. Do you trust me?"
Player: Yes.
DM: "Put the skull down, Grog."
Player: I drop the skull.
DM: Okay. The tapestry clatters to the ground and opens up, and the skull rolls for a second and stops on its side. You can see now, the golden skull is just resting there. The gem still with the intricate filigree, buried within the eye socket. Pike turns to the rest of you and calls you over. "We don't know what this is. And dangerous magics are drawn to imagery like this. Let us see what this is about, first."
