"No you don't," you say. "I work in the Deadmines." "Really?" says the second thug. "Then where's your bandanna?" POWER You see that they're all wearing red bandannas. Fortunately, you happen to have a bit of cloth around for manufacturing explosives on the fly, and nobody can tell what color it was supposed to be any more. You hastily tie it around your face. They do not look impressed. "We'll have to take you to our leader," they say, and do. You can make out the hulking silhouette of an ogre, a few human thugs, and a figure who seems to be cloaked in shadow. This last turns to you and says, "We can talk inside."
Keep moving forward. Your job here isn't done yet. You knew this was a scam. Time to bail out.