It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Caleb Widogast, a human wizard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The cart came to a stop. Lorenzo saw Keg and looked surprised.
DM: As the tree snaps and hits, he shouts back. Immediately the group looks out at all sides, taking this as a means of assault, Lorenzo glancing over and directly locking eyes with you, Keg. There's a look of taken aback and surprised. Before any reaction happens, though, you do get your action. You are casting Slow, you said?
Player: Indeed I am. Molasses goes across my hand and I draw my hand down through the air, and I focus on these four, if I can. It's a 40-foot cube, putting this one in a corner.
DM: How many can you target with this?
Player: Up to six in a 40-foot cube.
DM: Up to six? That'll be quite a lot. You can get all of these guys, if you want to.
Player: All of them?
DM: Well, let's see, because it's (counting) 40, yeah. This whole section here.
Player: Well, you know, fuck it. Let's also get this horse.
DM: There's six people there.
Player: Oh, there's six of them? Oh, wow, yes!
DM: There's the one who's helming this horse, the one who's helming these horses, the back of the cart, and then those four.
Player: Yes, never mind. I didn't think we were getting all of those people. Good. All of the humanoids.
DM: For the two thugs that are on the horses, two and a three. Natural two and a three. They are both slowed.
