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, Nothing happens. Molly and Beau go back up the stairs, and pry out one of the glowing light rocks.
DM: There's a very faint magical aura from the symbol in the center, but it seems largely clouded and marked off. It's like somebody had taped over a blacklit drawing. It's been marred and prevented from use, from what it seems at the moment.
Player: Is there a type? I will ask that every time.
DM: Yes, there is. And just to be consistent, here.
Player: Friendship magic.
DM: It is conjuration. There is a very faint magical essence, straight ahead. As you focus and lean forward, it becomes a little stronger. Above the bookshelf, there is a shape, embedded in the wall, that is emitting a slight magical aura.
Player: In the wall, above the bookshelf?
DM: Above the bookshelf, you don't have quite enough light, and Yasha's holding the torch that's being cut off from the roof.
