“They’re called the Pack, by some. Clever bit o’ wordplay there. Not like wolves, see, but playing cards. Four factions—the clubs, the spades, the diamonds, the hearts—make up the Joker’s Club. Joker’s at the head, suitless and peerless, while the rest fall in rank beneath. They are scoundrels, all. Rogues and bards and other double-dealers. But if there’s something needs knowin’—a bit o’ gossip, a password into a secret guild, a map to promised treasure—the Joker’s Club can tell ya. They seek and keep knowledge as a dragon hoards its gold. No one really knows why. I know I don’t. I suppose only the Joker knows the true aim of it all—and they only speak in jests, even to their commanders: their Jacks, Queens, and Kings.”
~ Envisioned by Argonath