| Lacking the patience to be a Mage and the brawn to be a Fighter, you decided to be the next best thing: a professional chef. Sadly, your recipe for scalded pressed cauliflower was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Stubborn Mule, so you became a professional Thief instead. You rode into the city of Stoatsford, and met a shadowy stranger in a hooded cloak who was sitting in the corner of the local bar. He told you about the legendary Amber Goat of Reeves, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient sewer near the village of Dogspittle, and promised you a hefty fee if you could bring it to him. Figuring he wouldn't offer you the quest if it weren't level-appropriate, you readily agreed. You weren't having any problems at first, but you didn't expect to have to bareknuckle-fight all those dark elves. That weretiger picked the total worst time to eat your battleaxe. But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Dragon King Xxyrg held court over his horde of skeletal jerks, and with uncountable swings of your footaxe (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible halfwit and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).
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