It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, After a faithful re-meeting with the parents of Vex and you, discussions were had, hats were attempted to be stolen  from  the leader of the city —and successfully done so. The other half of agreements were... pseudo-achieved, and they made their way northward through the Evershifting Grasses to the outskirts of the Moonbrush, a heavy, heavy forested wood that will lead them to their destination after that, which is the Gilded Run, a series of rivers that wrap around their final destination, the Shademurk Bog, where apparently Fenthras exists.
DM: This other one here, glancing over and seeing you there, is going to look towards you. I need you to make a wisdom saving throw.
Player: I've got advantage. Good, I got a 19.
DM: 19. You have advantage from?
Player: Being a half-elf. Oh, it's not charm, is it? Then the first one was shitty. Ten or 11, somewhere around there.
DM: You are a kitty cat.
Player: Can I use luck to take my second roll? I have luck left?
DM: You have one luck left?
Player: I have two luck left, after sleeping.
DM: Yeah, technically.
