It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, They reconnect on the other side. The right and left paths have rubble and weblike threads hang from the ceiling covering half the path.
DM: Okay. The water comes out as a column, doesn't appear to be coming to an end, you're not quite sure where it's being drawn from, it's this constant stream, and as it hits the flame (tshhh) but the flames aren't going out. It's all turning to steam and it's filling the room with steam and the more and more it pours into it, the more and more the room is beginning to become obscured and making it hard to see.
Player: Okay, well, I stop that.
DM: Okay. As you do, the streams stop water. The pools are still completely still where you've pulled it out of, seemingly unbothered other than the little bit of wind that's blowing, and have not lessened in their volume at all.
Player: Good to know. Can I do some sort of check to see if I would've heard anything about this type of a thing in my druid time, is this like a different plane of existence, what is this shit?
DM: What, this place you are?
Player: Yeah, or would I know of what his name would be from the telling of the Second Spark and any of my elemental knowledge as a druid?
DM: Make an intelligence check.
Player: Ooh, that's good. 19.
DM: 19. Thinking back about the stories you've heard, which isn't a whole lot necessarily. Are we good on the stream?
