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, He waits to hear wings but can't hear them. Vex however does and alerts him.
DM: Okay, as you pull the scroll out and begin reading it, the sigils and arcane glyphs are ancient and convoluted, and you're trying to trace them with your eyes and you begin speaking, letting the ancient knowledge that you've gained through your existence of wandering Exandria begin to pour out on its own. You feel the magic take hold and your grip tightens as the script begins to light up with a slight bluish-purple tint. As it begins to light up around, I need you to check to see if you succeed in reading to scroll.
Player: Okay. So I roll with advantage?
DM: You roll with advantage. Highest of two.
Player: (gasps) Not great. Okay. And what am I adding?
DM: Your d12 to it. So roll a d12. And plus two.
Player: Plus two?
DM: Plus two because Jack of All Trades.
Player: Plus my charisma?
DM: Plus your charisma bonus, which is six.
Player: 20.
DM: Okay, the DC was 19. (yelling)
