It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Pike Trickfoot, a gnome cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  The group of adventurers, Vox Machina, had found themselves in the Feywild, intent on discovering another one of the Vestiges of the Divergence, one of the many artifacts that they hope will aid them in their struggle against Thordak the Cinder King and the rest of the Chroma Conclave. They've defeated two of the members, three still remain, Thordak being the seeming powerhouse head of that troupe.
DM: He pulls up a small pan flute from his side and (whistling). There's an awkward pause, and he goes, "Shit!" He then tries to scoot away as far as he can, but is once again caught between the very taut sides of the rope, unable to shift. That brings us to Pike.
Player: Okay! How far are we from the disgusting thing?
DM: You guys are over here, so I'd say, from what you can gauge here, you're approximately 40 feet from it.
Player: 40 feet? Great. So I'm going to get a little bit closer.
DM: You go right up to the edge of the water, toes dipping in.
Player: I'm going to use my trusty old friend Guiding Bolt. I'm going to Guiding Bolt his face.
DM: Of course you are.
