It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Nott the Brave, a goblin rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, It sees through lenses and the idea of blinding it by obscuring those lenses appeals to all of them. They decide to steal some tar on the way for that purpose.
DM: Nine, okay. It's not that they don't buy it, they're just more caught off-guard by your presence, and not listening to the words you're saying. The one supervisor who keeps rushing forward goes, "You know, lad, you don't have permission. Show me your--" At which point you see Cleff, looking nervously, steps forward and goes, "Hello there. Cleff Tinkertop, we're all right. They're with me." The dwarf comes to a slow jog, to a stop, and goes, "Cleff, what the fuck are you doing down here?" Schmidt drags the bucket about 15 feet off to the side, and it is near the base of the fence.
Player: Okay, I'll cast Mage Hand.
DM: Okay.
Player: Are people looking right now?
DM: Yes, they are looking.
Player: Okay.
DM: It's about 15-20 feet to the left, but they're currently focused on your group, which is gathered at the edge of the yard where they assemble all of their very powerful military weapons.
