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, A couple of hours later, the ship comes upon an unnatural-looking fog bank in the ocean. Adella tries to veer around it.
DM: But I don't have that time, unfortunately. (all laugh) Right, so you guys, right over to this ship here?
Player: Yeah.
DM: You drop him in the crow's nest.
Player: Uh-huh.
DM: All right. And you are currently on your bow? Is that all you're gonna do?
Player: I'm on-- yeah, I'm on my broom. I'm just riding my bow around.
DM: Fair enough.
Player: Can I drift down to where I can see anything and I say to Keyleth, Uh, fog? Can you do anything about the fog?
DM: On their ship?
Player: Yeah.
DM: Okay. So as you coast down a little lower, I want you to make a perception check.
