It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Taryon Darrington, a human artificer . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, In the Feywild, Scanlan lays forth Vax’s empty armor for Vex to see. Keyleth says she may be able to bring him back, but the spell would consume 25,000 gold pieces’ worth of diamonds -- which they do not have.
DM: As you get down close to glance at the rather disturbingly bloodied face of Delilah Briarwood, the eye shifts back towards you. The closer you get, you watch as the thinning slit of the pupil seems to widen and focus on you. It's an unsettling presence. As you try and concentrate to see if there's any immediate signs of whether it be sigils or arcane marks that would mark it to be more of a magically enchanted object than an actual organic eye, nothing comes to mind other than the fact that it seems to be very intent on studying you back.
Player: Can I try to remove it from the ocular cavity?
DM: Using your fingers?
Player: Yeah. My tiny, ocular hands.
DM: Okay. Go ahead and make an athletics check.
Player: Nine.
DM: Okay, you (slurping).
Player: I can inspire myself, I suppose.
DM: If you want to. Up to you. How many more bardic inspirations do you have after the battle?
Player: Two, right? I didn't Cutting Words anyone. Those count as inspiration, right?
DM: Yeah. Your fingers are now knuckle-deep in Delilah Briarwood's socket.
Player: I'll inspire myself just to give it a serious try. That's plus ten, so that's a 19 plus, I guess, three for Jack of All Trades?
DM: If you're not trained in it, then yeah.
Player: 22.
DM: You begin humming your favorite eye-pulling song under your breath and with a horrible sucking sound, you pull the eye from her socket, leaving this trail of dark black and red viscera that dangles from it loosely. As you pull it free, whatever attached the eye to it seems to burn off and fall, leaving just the circular socket. I also need you to roll a wisdom saving throw.
