It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Upon gaining consciousness, Grog drowns his sorrows in the familiar comforts of ale and whores. As Vox Machina are taking breakfast the next morning, they hear a horn blast signaling an attack on the city.
DM: We'll find them. We've got carpets from you guys to use. We'll get that in just a second. It's fine. We've got to move. So Percy?
Player: I have the carpet, I'm going to head towards that small--
DM: You have the laser pointer. Show me.
Player: What is that?
DM: That is a rock.
Player: I'm going to move just to the other side of that.
DM: Okay, you coast through here, unseen.
