When the tavern closes, your party splashes out on the “heroes of legend” room at the inn. On your goose feather pillows are tiny pigeon pies with baby pigeons inside. An elven masseuse comes in to relax all your tense shoulders after a long day performing morally dubious tasks. You leave your armor outside the room to get buffed and polished. Armor buffing? Now that’s luxury!
The next morning, you wander downstairs, bragging about how you saw through all the scams and flams in this dumb town. But the conversation goes quiet when you’re shown a bill with an epic amount of hidden surcharges.