A man, villainously unshaven, wanders into the Scamp, and orders a pint. Seeing a colleague sitting at a nearby table, he goes and sits with him, and the two get to talking.
Even attentive eavesdroppers would only manage to get a fraction of the conversation, but there's talk about undead being slain by the truckload, a demon being banished back to the Hells, and a mage being eaten... or something along those lines.
"Yeah, some of us died. Powerful wizards tend t'do that. Pretty creepy place, too.. Ah, whiche'er. I can't tell you how many times some of the others saved my bacon, but I wouldn't want to go through that again."
A pensive pause.
"I wonder if Spellguard has posted a bounty on that mage, and what I'd need to do to collect?"