Ah, the night I out‑witted a baron, a duke, and a rogue pirate all in the same glass of rum. I told them a story of a cursed treasure buried beneath a moonlit waterfall, and in that very moment the duke’s hand slipped, the rogue swore a curse, and the baron laughed until he choked. By the end of the tale, they’d all thrown their coins into the pool and begged me to give them the map. That night, I walked away with more gold than a king’s ransom and a laugh that echoed through the halls of power.