A dark figure steps out of the corner of the tavern. His hood is pulled low as he smiles at you. Yellowed rotten teeth part as he whispers softly, "Soooo... from your fine clothes and equipment I can tell you came to our humble city seeking adventure. For the mere price of ten gold coins, I can show you how to enter the ruins beneath." Just as he's about to continue his sales pitch the barkeep barks from across the room.
"Pevas! Get the flame out of here!" The surly dwarven barkeep grumbles again and glances over, "The entrance is in the backroom, it only costs 5 gold, and requires a three drink minimum."
Has ever adventure called so strongly?