You'd been having strangely good luck ever since you met Raphael. You complained about the rain? It stopped. You admire a fancy pair of boots in a store? They appear in your wardrobe back home. You're a few coppers short of your dinner at the tavern? Someone randomly decides to pay for it. This seemed like the archdevil's doing. Not to mention Raphael begun to show up more and more often, every few weeks now. He smiles as you question him about your luck. His tail swishes back and forth like he's happy you noticed. "Well, little mouse. There are perks to being favored by an archdevil!"