A man weary from travel scrambles into a motel reception. "I need a room. My legs are jelly and my eyes heavy." The clerk expresses concern but in the end, "There's no room my friend.
All are full each bed and stall. All but the foyer and hall." Juggling his pockets the man burst with gold and coin, "Money's no limit but rest my spine. Allow my company and share the night so I may present a gift, so secret a story, a tale of glory that carries with it a curse of treasure and the winky of it's place." The clerk quocks, "What is this Bard's Tale or nut, oof."