It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Got a copy of Kevdak's bear tattoo done on his back,  because that shit's behind me,  and made Kevdak's skull into a mug. Returned to Vasselheim and defended his title in the Crucible.
DM: You watch as in the center of his pupils a little sparkle of interest kicks in. And, I mean, five percent soberer at the prospect of something fun of this stranger that gave him a drink and goes: "Wait, what are you talking about?"
Player: Well, listen. I am kind of like an evangelical spreader of good news. And I found this. And one time I pulled a card out and I got a magic weapon. It was amazing. And I just figured, like, you look like a guy that would appreciate such a weapon, so--
DM: (belches)
Player: -- and I open the Deck. I thought maybe you would like to draw a card.
DM: He takes a second and looks around. Looks at the Deck. "Is this some sort of a magic trick?"
Player: Yes. Yep.
DM: "All right. Do you want me to tell you what it is?"
Player: Sure. Yeah. Just draw it and-- Actually, just hold it and don't tell me what it is.
DM: Okay. Let me get my cards out.
