A most nefarious trap.

Only the most evil of wicked men could come up with such a pleasant-looking dungeon! Heroes enter expecting ale, blessings, and easy girls and find themselves instead entering the pit of despair. Life often presents the sweets only for them to disappear like so many mirages in the eyes of the castaway. The hero approaches the porch where the guardian sits. No bars and wire guard this gate, no giant three-headed dog, no guards with their pikes at the ready, only this man.

Pouring a cup of tea for his guest he asks the adventurer who has approached bedecked in his fine platemail and shining sword:

“Are you alright with yourself?”