A hooded man, wordwire, sits at the bar. Looking from one side to another, he taps a finger on the counter. Indiscreetly, he begins talking to the bartender...
"I hear that some folks are going missing around that old ruined city. Place is a ghost town, guess ghosts must've gotten them. The spirits don't seem picky either, sick or well, rich or poor, seems like anyone can disappear there. Would you believe the speculations people throw around about that? Why, someone came to me sayin' there was an underground pit-fighting arena there and that that was why people were disappearing, crazy ain't it?"