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Let me share a story from. my Warhammer Fantasy group, then
The church of Ulrich told us someone might poison the city wells in Middenheim, so me - a 70 year old dwarf that lived in the city for the better part of his life - and headhunter halfling did a round around the city wells to check if they're okay.
Meanwhile two elves that went shopping after the meeting in a church noticed we're gone. They have arrived in the country two weeks earlier and still struggled a bit with the language, but still started to look for us.
We have finally arrived at the first well and noticed neither of us can read or write, so we used pictograms to mark the wells on a map. The elves were a pair of mages, so they had this ability.
After misunderstanding the received directions twice, the elves started to yell my name in hopes that someone who knows me from the arena would respond.
One time they rolled a 69 on d100, so the DM made a random encounter with a sex worker that thought they were looking for her service. It made sense, since my character's name is Segzan Nimblefinger - I swear I didn't notice how bad it sounds until the others pointed it out to me, even though I like this kind of jokes very much.
While they were busy, a witch hunter (basically Spanish Inquisitor) approached us, hearing reports about two people suspiciously wandering around the wells.
Priests specifically asked us to not tell them anything about their request, and the halfling was the first to agree. The player forgot about it, though, and almost gave us out at the beginning of the conversation. I've stopped after he told about the poisoning of the church's well.
The hunter, obviously, inquired about what poisoned that well, so I yelled the best idea I got at that moment: "Shit! Skaven shiiit!", explained I'm looking for a job after the arena was closed, and I the meantime trying which well in the city was the tastiest. He didn't believe me. Still, I promised to get them a copy of the results and quickly added pictures of smiley and less smiley faces onto the map.
After all of that the elves arrived at the mages guild, asking their mentor for directions. She explained that searching for a specific person in a city full of people is difficult to accomplish with magic.
Another witch hunter approached them outside, they spilt the beans, and the hunters promised to tell us to meet at the city arena, and protect the southern wells.
We did get informed, but decided to finish checking the wells, since there were only two left.
After that we thought "Wait, those two are idiots, they may come to the stadium instead of arenas," and we were right.
One short conflict about the difference between a stadium and a arena, we continued the game.
During the better part of the session the DM was playing Benny Hill music.