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I just had this happen, sort of, in a completely unplanned way. The party had already met but in the course of events they asked a caravan master to recommend a tavern or inn. He thought for awhile, looked them all up and down, then said “I reckon folks like you would hang out a .”
The party’s face asked what he meant by “folks like you” and he basically said adventurous and prosperous folks.
They went to the inn and the staff and clientele (randomly generated by donjon.bin.sh) were all female, which made them think something was up. The definitely-not-a-face orc ranger tried to befriend the innkeeper and ended up accidentally scaring the crap out of her. I decided it wasn’t that he was personally frightening but that she had mistaken the party for a different, much more nefarious, band.
Based on her bowing and fawning over the party, the other folks in the inn began to stare. At that point, Mr Face decided he needed to talk to every woman in the room.
Ultimately, based on a weird sequence of crit fails and successes, they ended up with a side quest to kill a demon that been terrorizing a nearby village, assisted by two fairly stupid local mercenaries.
I hadn’t planned it but they didn’t know that until I told them to give me 5 minutes to make a new encounter map!
I love this kind of serendipity - this often creates the best scenes!