Her eyelashes caught fire as her gaze showed me the reflection of hell itself. From her lower back a long tail flicked in the air like a whip, lashing...out at her opponents. A high, screeching wail escaped her, which cut into my ears like knives. Never had I been able to imagine such a transformation. I could clearly see that she was a demon, but never the less my fascination for her was unchanged. In spite of the unholy features, I could not take my eyes of her divinely shaped body. The demon. Let me turn the question back on you. Why on earth is a beautiful young woman, who seems intelligent, selling her body?”She shrugged. “You really want to know?” He nodded. “It’s the only way I can earn enough money quickly enough to pay my way. I ... have responsibilities, and the rent is expensive. I usually manage to earn at least a couple of hundred, sometimes four or five. But sometimes, when the weather is bad, no-one’s interested and I might go almost a week without any takers.” She spoke. "What's the news from town?" his wife asked between spoonfuls."Well, I saw something I don't think I want to talk about at the supper table," Beall said with a grimace. "Old tavern outside of town's gone back to being the Farmer's. Guess that's news." What'd you see?" his wife asked, dabbing at her mouth with a corner of her linen napkin.'Body, dead body that'd been in the river a few days." Oh," his wife said. "Whose?"Beall waited until he had chewed down some of the dumpling in his mouth and. Oh, and finally, the piece de resistance.“I also bear my family’s heirloom greatsword. It’s enchanted so a wizard can use it, but I don’t mind leaving it’s other magical properties up to you.”The duck.Every DM wants to maintain control of their game. But, also, most DMs don’t want to be assholes. So you put an obvious problem in your background for your DM to nitpick over, so they still feel in control. They don’t want to look bad, so they only remove or change one thing. But in reality, you.