It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  Some of them splintered off to try and acquire the goods that were taken from his store, however they apparently had already been stolen from the location they were being stored in, or been delivered already, they're uncertain as to what became of them. But they get the sense that it was probably best that they chose Gilmore over the gold, at first glance.
DM: Okay. There's one fellow over here that is a bit far away who steps off. Instead of holding the same clubs and shields or other various hack weapons, he's carrying a gnarled staff.
Player: Oh, shit.
DM: Steps forward and sees the weapon that you fired twice and had been fixing, this large metallic dangerous entity, looks forward and begins hissing under his breath (hissing gibberish).
Player: Do I see this?
DM: You do.
Player: I'm going to release my--
DM: Though you are being slammed on the ground. I'd say make a perception check, actually, to see if you see this.
Player: Okay.
DM: Because you are currently--
Player: 19!
DM: Yes, actually, I will say you do see this.
Player: I will release my Counterspell.
DM: Okay!
Player: I assume he's casting something.
DM: He is, actually--
