It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, They make a circuit of the volcanic cone, finding a small hole that you is able to punch wide enough to admit all of them. They navigate their way through a combination of air- and water-filled tunnels, using water from you's Alchemy Jug to breathe through the sections that have only deoxygenated air.
DM: Yeah. I pulled my leg earlier this week, so moving up and down sucks. So as you sit there in the silence there for a moment, just hearing the occasional (plopping) with the nearby lava that fills the nearby hallway, you don't feel any further rumbling. There's just the heat emanating from the corpses of these three magma bullettes. What do you do?
Player: Can I look around for anything that resembles an anvil or a shelf or something that one might wackadoodle on?
DM: Make an investigation check.
Player: Nice. Watch me knock this out of the park.
DM: I'd say more of a perception check for this. This is less of searching for details.
Player: That's better. Still shitty. 11.
DM: The pathway still continues to descend and curve around, but that's it.
