Greybor: You can't afford me.
Greybor: I'm an expert at dragon hunting. That'll be 12,500 gp for my services. Will I lower my cost? Absolutely not. Doesn't look like you have anyone else volunteering to take the job.
Greybor in practice: fights giant red dragon four times, proceeds to be the first person downed in every fight.
Prior to the start of session 1, all we were given as info about the homebrew world was the information that "everyone lives on the moon because the planet is inhospitable." I thus assumed pretty much everything else was going to be D&D as normal- DM even confirmed we could worship standard pantheon gods.
Cue session one. One player hasn't even started character creation while the rest of us have characters made, so he's doing that in the midst of everything, and asking a bunch of questions that interrupt the narrative.
The DM then unloads a bit more information about the setting. I say, "Well, I was planning on my Drow Hexblade being a former slave soldier who found his hexblade in a ruined temple and then fled from his matron. Would that background still work?"
It turns out it would not. Not a single part of it. My character could be at best a militia soldier who found a hexblade in a field one day, held by a dying monster.
I couldn't even pick where my character started the session without it turning into "DM, may I?"
Me: I'm at the tavern.
DM: there's no tavern at the settlement.
A tavern seems like a pretty basic staple for a settlement to have, even in a backwater. People need a place to unwind, regardless of dangers around them and the back-breaking labor of forging a new settlement.
Me: I'm at the barracks?
DM: There's no barracks.
So the moon has all sorts of dangers, but we don't have a barracks dedicated to overseeing training for the local militia? Seems kinda bizarre.
At this point I just opted for walking around the town and people could randomly run into me.
It got a little better after that, fortunately.