It's a quiet night at the tavern (already a quarter of nine and only three drunken brawls and two broken chairs), and the bartender has been having you run the dullest of errands. Suddenly, a man bursts through the door, turban askew, shouting "Spam in the staaack goblins in the sewers!"
There is general bedlam for a few minutes as all the adventurers and would-be adventurers drunkenly grab their gear and charge out the door. The bartender (a former adventurer himself who occasionally pines for the glory days) looks you in the eye and says gruffly, "Stay here, boy." before exiting the building and leaving you quite alone.