It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Vax offers the helmet and the proposal that should she still fall under any control, one of them could strike her to break it, and that it would go a long way towards earning trust. As they enter the cellar, Cassandra accepts Vax's offer and dons the helmet as it is attuned to her over the next half-hour.
DM: She sits down a couple of steps deeper into the cellar. Curls around a corner; ushers you all over into the shadows.
Player: Can I see, before we leave, are we near any windows?
DM: From this location? No. All the windows that would be here would face out into the north side of Whitestone, which is forested.
Player: Backyard?
DM: You guys are on the north side of the castle now. The city is south from you.
Player: All right.
DM: So you take a moment and sit. While you guys are waiting, she takes a moment. She's adjusting it and feeling it and inspecting her hands. (sighs) "I don't feel any different. While we wait--"
