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, She is. They head into town towards sunset so they can see the show, and you casts Disguise Self.
DM: Okay. You do see about six zolezzo that are currently guarding that entrance. The rest of you see armored guards, varying from the scalemail and the maroons and muted colors of the townsguard you're used to seeing in the Empire. Here, the zolezzo have a blue and green base, but you can see on the armor, each individual zolezzo has their own unique decoration and flair to it, some way of customizing it, making it their own. As such, even within their own ranks there is a sense of color and individuality, and their own armored senses. That doesn't mean they're not still armed and wondering who the fuck you are as you approach the exterior of the city. As your cart begins to approach, four of the six zolezzo immediately raise their weapons, and they begin to approach. "Halt! What is your business in Nicodranas?"
Player: We came to see the Ruby of the Sea perform tonight, ha!
DM: The one at the front, you can see beneath his helmet, which has these two bits of chainmail that curl open like curtains on each side of his face. He pulls them out of the way and looks forward towards the rest of the crew there. You can see his darker skin and his thick brow, it's almost like a unibrow that sits over sun-dried lips that are a bit cracked and parched. He glances forward, looks over the rest of you and goes, "The Ruby of the Sea?"
Player: Yeah!
DM: Make a persuasion check.
Player: I'll use the red dice for the Ruby. 15?
DM: 15? Okay. He goes, "All right, and where do you hail from?"
Player: We hail from Port Damali.
DM: Port Damali is from the other side, but it's fine. He goes, "All right. It's roundabout. And you are?"
Player: I am Fiona Fancypants! Theater critic extraordinaire!
DM: Now make a deception check.
Player: That fell out of my hands, it doesn't count. Oh, it's the same roll! Shit. Seven.
DM: He looks back to the rest of the zolezzo, and they discuss for a moment for themselves, and he says, "Well, I apologize, but there is no entry after dark on this side of the wharf, regardless. If you want to enter, you have to enter from the main gates."
