Back in my day we had to dig deep into Blackburrow to fight over gnoll teeth. Then had to haul them into Qeynos, usually attacked by rats and bats along the way just to give them to a guard who was up a ladder looking down on you as you entered the building. Followed by meeting a shady fellow in the back of a ruffian bar who gave under age halfling ale in exchange for shiny moonstones from previous high guard. And if you did this enough the ruffians in the bar would start to despise you as well as some smellier guards in qeynos.
These crazy kids and their loaves of bread.