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, Taking one of its hands as a trophy, she then leaves the woods to return to Whitestone Castle as the morning sun rises.
DM: Okay. You walk over and you find, indeed, the creature is laid out. It is dead. It is cold. The arrow sticking out of the back, the final blow, seems to have hit a very core nerve center of its back. So carve whatever trophy you wish from its body.
Player: I'm just going to cut his hand off. I'm going to cut his hand off, no biggie.
DM: Okay. So you eventually pull out a small dagger and hack the hand off. It takes you a little while but you do manage to get it. The hand alone probably weighs almost as much as you do.
Player: Jeez! This was maybe the wrong sort of trophy to grab, okay!
DM: Trinket walks over and takes it up in his jaws.
Player: Wow. You're really strong, did you know that? And I guess I'm going to-- You don't have to carry it just yet, 'cause I want to set fire to the body and burn it. I'm going to use some of the branches from the trees he fucking knocked over to set a fire around.
DM: You do notice that, because this area is very thickly wooded, setting a fire in the middle of the Parchwood Forest, probably not a good idea.
Player: Well, I'm going to do it in that opening right there. Look at that. I guess I can't, because--
DM: You try and tug the creature, and even with Trinket's help, this thing weighs two tons.
Player: I feel like, as a hunter, I would know how to set a fire to something without setting fucking fire to the trees. I'm good at campfires.
DM: Make a wisdom survival check. No advantage on this one. You would have disadvantage, so it's negated.
