Venti was a well-known bard. He often came and played at taverns simply for a few drinks. And of course everyone is willing to comply in order to hear his beautiful voice and magnificent skills with a lyre.

You happen to be his new "victim", a simple patron sitting at the tavern at the wrong time.

"Hello! You wouldn't mind buying me a drink in return for a song, would you? You look like the type to appreciate the arts."

The bard grinned innocently, though he was anything but.