It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Beauregard Lionett called Beau, a human monk . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  Having learned all that they can about Fjord's odd incident, the party embarks on their second day of travel.
DM: These guys are going to begin pushing the cart and it's going to move at half their movement to there. This one here is going to move up to here, right around the side of this wall, and it's going to take its longbow and fire at you, because you're the one they can see.
Player: That's fair.
DM: Disadvantage. That is a 15.
Player: Miss.
DM: This one, actually, you see over at the fire, and you grab the front of the armor of the gnoll and pull his in front of you, and it actually hits the back of his armor, splintering it, and the smell hits you.
Player: I just go, excuse me for a second. Thank you.
DM: As you let him go, there's this thick, oily, horrible liquid that's matted in the fur, and the touch of it's nasty. The smell itself is very acrid of rotting flesh and mangy fur. That's going to end all those guys there, they're pushing there. All right, that ends the gnolls' turn. Fjord, you're up.
