"OK, OK. I have modern currency and I also have silver and gold. Some of my coins are enchanted. They will appear and disappear all over the house if you are in the mood to fool around." He paused. "I could use shelter that comes with friends."
"That's terrible. I'm willing to pay for my rations. I am rich!" So, he reached into his pocket and pulled a gaudy amount of $100 bills and showed them to the Damocles.
"I practice good magic, although I can be dark. What do you call yourself my fellow magician?"
"Oh, my dear magician, I am rich and I am humble. I have been lost in this area too long, and I need a small ration of food and water. Perhaps some company!"
An old, mysterious wizard carrying several books of spells walks down an old dirt road. The sun beats down him, then he comes near an old occupied house. He walks up to it and tries to see the occupants. He can't.
He is thirsty and hungry, and cautiously knocks on the door and says, "Hello! Is there any good people in this house?"