Late by night, in Nusbelroth, your team walks along dark streets: forgotten paths that penetrate deep into the city. The place is dangerous: robbers, thieves and thugs, plenty of eyes following every move you make. You walk, silently, listening. You hear far away screams, you're guessing that honest citizens are probably being robbed or raped in such a place at that time, late by night, but you can also hear close footsteps. There are shadows following you. But why aren't they attacking your friends and yourself? They must be feeling that you're no ordinary people, you are adventurers, heroes, capable to slain anyone standing in your way.
You quicken the pace. Finally, after a few minutes, you arrive in a tight passage, where there is a heavy door, with the words "Services" written on it. You raise your hand to knock on the door, but even before you touch the rusted metal, the door slides, breaking the silence of the night, and behind, a huge guard is starring at you. It's an ogre. Even though he looks a bit simple-minded, the heavy mace he is holding makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. He speaks with a big voice:

Hey you! You need to identify yourself before you can enter. What is your password?