John leans in with a serious expression, "Listen carefully, friend. We've had whispers of potential spies. Three individuals in this tavern seem out of place. Regulars they may be, but we need to ensure they're not here to gather intel for another guild. Your task is to identify them and discreetly inquire about their affiliations. If they're from another guild, convince them to leave."
He points to the hooded figure in the corner, the flamboyant elf by the stage, and the studious mage at the bar. "Keep your wits about you, and don't let on that we suspect anything. The safety of our secret weapon depends on it."
John asks you if you have spoken with all of them.