Visitor in Rags "Please, give this wretched traveler a drink to drown his worries in. I have only one coin to spare but I promise to reimburse you in any way I can. I swear upon this, in the name of my father Apollo."
Barkeep "If you truly are the son of Apollo, then I ask this of you: Please appease my guests. Sing a song of the heavens or tell a tale of Olympus. And if you manage to calm down this raucous crowd, then I will allow you to stay at my inn whenever you please and drown your worries in whatever drink you desire."
Visitor in Rags "Very well then. I shall approach these restless souls, with the lyre of my father in my hand and I shall weave a tale about a hero from long ago."