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, They get three rooms, order some food under the name Nein, and have a seat together after. you goes to play cards with some other bargoers, two of which look much better off than the rest of the patrons there.
DM: You do not see any half-orcs in this bar. As you go over to the table, the two gentlemen who are playing cards, you sit down and glance. One of them looks to be an older man in his 50s or so, his pattern baldness curling back, but has this curled mush of brown, now graying, hair on the outskirts of it. He's wearing a billowing shirt of a nicer silk. That's why it caught your eye. These two seem, not extremely well-off by any means, but at least better than a lot of the other riff-raff that are finding their way in, including you guys.
Player: My dress is nice, I don't know what you're talking about.
DM: Your dress is pretty nice, you're right. That's true. The other one is in the process of heavily concentrating on his hand. This one looks a lot younger. He has this scraggly mustache. It looks like he's probably been growing it since childhood, and has let it go in its glory. He has a button-up high collar bit and a cravat that has loosened and fallen. Both of these gentlemen, upon a closer look, look like they're dressing up beyond their station, and at the end of the night have come to alleviate their stresses with drink and yelling at each other over cards.
Player: Hop, hop. I sit down.
DM: "Yes?"
Player: What are we playing? Are we playing Go Fish, or War, or--
DM: They both stop mid-conversation and glance over. "We're playing whatever suits us at the moment. We're in the midst-- "
Player: What is suiting you right now?
DM: "Well, we are in the moment finishing a quick game of poker. If you would be so kind as to leave us to our game in peace, that would be appreciated."
