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, you disguises herself as a Tortle again, and the Mighty Nein makes their way upstairs. you tells Bluud, the Ruby of the Sea's bodyguard, and he hugs her before letting them pass to see Marion, who recognizes you after a few moments.
DM: She has not. She's like, "Oh, my goodness! It is so nice to meet you, Yasha." She shakes her hand and Yasha awkwardly, "Hi," and looks to the rest of you and leans towards the back wall and crosses her arms. Not one for social graces, necessarily, but seemingly looking at Marion, looking at Jester, looking at Marion, and can see the relation. Marion sits down in front of her mirror and her little table set up in the corner, spins back towards the rest of you. "Welcome back. There is no performance tonight, I apologize, but if you would like us to provide food for you or whatever you like, please, do not bother to let me know."
Player: So, you know that guy?
DM: "There are a number of guys that I know, yes."
Player: The guy that was bugging you.
DM: "Algar, yes."
Player: We went to go talk to him, but he had already left.
DM: "He left?"
Player: Yes, he had fled the city, apparently. Things happened, they were real bad or something, I don't know.
DM: "Huh. Well, that may very well be a great turn of luck in my benefit, definitely. Thank you for looking into that."
