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, Scanlan then asks the final question, from one father to another. The questions having been asked and the magic fading, the body reverts to its lifeless state.
DM: Because of the building, or the structure of it for about 30 feet on the outside of the wall it's mainly just hard-packed dirt and earth from patrols for hundreds of years going around the wall, whether it be carts, beasts of burden, or just people walking all around the outskirts of the town of Westruun, it's very heavy-packed and often-walked earth.
Player: Zero cover.
DM: Zero coverage within 30 feet of it, and the grass does thin as it gets close to that. Keyleth had to pick a specific area and get low and even then had to force her way under and use a good, you know, a quarter of her spell time to be able to dig well enough to get past that space.
Player: Past 30 feet from the wall, from the edge of town, what kind of cover is there? Is there any?
DM: Not really.
Player: Not even the tall grass?
DM: The grass at that point gets about waist- to knee-high, even less so.
