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The Hell Hole, that's what I am about. It is my home, my source of entertainment, pleasure, and most importantly....food. For I can not leave the smokey confines of the tavern. The call of Hell's gods keeps me from the world outside, for I am not mortal, not of this world. I am the Lizard, half succubus, half something I can not name.

Heh.  Damn Lizard.  She likes being stuck in the Tavern.  She's lived almost forever, done almost everything.  Me?  I was born late.  I was born far too late.  I missed the wars.  I missed the blood and the screams.  If I was alive then I could have made a difference.  No, I was born in this damn tavern.  The 'Ministry of Tourism' keeps me here with spells and curses because I am Hellkind.  I can't leave.   I can never leave.  I am the Baron.  Baron Von Smelterhofen.  I stand less than three feet tall and weigh more than five hundred pounds.  I have talons and fangs and a thirst for blood.  Your blood.  Come see us.  And please, do forget your safty amulet.