Around the hall were multiple tables. Ray looked at the one with an empty seat and decided to join one close to him.
"Oh, young man, you want to join?" asked the man in his early 50s. He was wearing a white shirt with a black vest above it.
Around him were two more people. One wearing black glasses while the other had a pencil moustache.
Ray flinched for a second, feeling familiar with the tone of the man, but he couldn't pin his finger on why it seemed familiar.
"He is too young to play with us," said the man with the pencil moustache.
"And too young and too poor," the third one with black glasses jumped into the conversation.
Ray, on the other hand, shook his head.
'Doesn't matter where you'll go, there will always be people to judge you and look down on you.' He took the fourth seat and gestured to the NPC who was serving that particular table.
The NPC nodded and asked before beginning the game, "Let me repeat the rules."
