It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Judging by the weather, they have arrived somewhere in Exandria. As Vox Machina comes within range of the base of the tower, they are addressed by an omnipresent, directionless voice.
DM: Pike and Scanlan. Because you took the carpet, you're going to have to be near Grog for where you guys land. Going to be the circumstance there. Percy, you just run up the side to get there?
Player: No, I was on the carpet and hopped and left them because they had to go pick up.
DM: If that's the case, then I'll say that you're landing.
Player: No, they had to go get Scanlan--
DM: Oh, you had to go get Scanlan?
Player: It's 35 feet.
DM: If you guys had leave Scanlan behind, that's a whole different thing.
