It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Jester Lavorre, a tiefling cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Most of the party use Disguise Self to make themselves look wealthier, and less like unusual races. They leave the cart and the owl with the front hand of the inn and you tells him they'll be staying.
DM: As you guys have been standing in the middle of the foyer area, you're pushed ahead by another group of about four individuals. They look to be merchants, well-dressed for the occasion, and they push passed. "Ah, excuse me." They go and find another table, and you get the sense that the room probably is going to be filling up.
Player: We should probably get a table as soon as possible. Where's the backstage door? Where do I get to my mom?
DM: Your mom actually descends for her performance, so you'd have to go upstairs.
Player: I want to go upstairs.
DM: Okay. Just you?
Player: Yeah.
DM: All right. So you guys all find a table?
