It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,   They  then made  their  way into the city of Deastok, to the Darrington Estate, and were led up into the study of Howaardt Darrington, father of Taryon.   They  all discussed the reasons of why  Tary  was brought back, the current financial state of the family, and the intent to resolve and remedy long-standing sins of the father through ' Taryon  standing up and doing  his  family duty', from  Howaardt's  perspective.
DM: 30, okay. You gather the direction that he glanced. It was a cursory look, more to see if the individual in question was still in the room or not. But you got the direction of it, and you know exactly where he was looking-- three tables and that way there. He leaves for a bit, and the laughter is still rising and falling throughout the room. The musicians in the corner, which are two younger human boys and what appears to be a female goliath, who has the heavier drum in the center, who is like the mid-piece, the big (heavy drum noises). The two guys, one of them has a small set of lap drums, (light drum noises) the faster beats. And the guy to the left of her-- they could be brothers; you're not too sure, their features are similar but different enough, the ages seem off. The guy on the left has a series of small wooden blocks and what looks to be some sort of contraption that has three or four different small percussion instruments that are all fixed to it and so he is leaping between them all. For being just percussion, that variety is still making a cool melody. You're still able to find certain notes and certain blends where it still is a very different and unique atmosphere. They manage to bring to this crescendo the piece that you entered on, and it finishes. There is no real-- there is occasionally a couple of claps here and most everyone is busy about their own shit.
Player: All right, I clap. Excuse me, players?
DM: As they're both looking over to grab a drink to stop and the younger guy with a scruffy chin and this mop of hair that's a little wild glances over to you: "Yeah?"
Player: That was a really unique piece you guys just did there. Thank you.
DM: "You're welcome."
Player: You know, I have only ever heard music like that one time, and it wasn't here. It wasn't in this city, it was actually in Emon. What was his name? Dranzel. It was a musician named Dranzel-- this is a long shot, but you haven't come across a Dr. Dranzel in your travels? I've always wanted to hear him play again.
DM: "Can't say I have, sir. My apologies."
Player: Oh, shit.
DM: "Sorry. You guys ever heard of Dr. Dranzel?" And the other guy goes, "Nope."
Player: Orcish. Stylish hats.
DM: The goliath woman is sitting there and she is just staring off across the room and goes, "No." "Sorry, friend."
