| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Dropseat, without a dad or grandma to teach you right from wrong. On the other hand, you wouldn't have grown up to be such a talented Thief otherwise. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Spazmotic, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of tequiza. He told you about the great plague of sheep that had beset the entire region of Crunkleford, and of the rumor that the evil Wizard Diabolico was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. You were doing really well until you got attacked by more gangsters than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your solar plexus intact! But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Fire Troll Skullspirit held court over his horde of homely orcs, and with uncountable swings of your mace (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible dork and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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