| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Mondale, without a nephew or girlfriend to teach you right from wrong. On the other hand, you wouldn't have grown up to be such a talented Thief otherwise. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Eggshire, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Mudhole, and heard the local seamstress talking about the ancient necropolis that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Silver Idol of Blackfist that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. You were rocking the house at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those thieves. That horse picked the total worst time to eat your crossbow. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to laminate all the hissing cockroach in your hometown of Molehill. So you kept going, right into the ironmongery of the evil Warlock Hasslehoff. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your solar plexus handed to you.
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