| You grew up on the good streets of the great Ruby City, where contrary to popular belief, the streets are mainly paved with horse dung. Well, at least in your neighborhood. Small wonder you grew up to be a professional Thief. At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Malph, 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 toads that had beset the entire region of Farnsworthington, and of the rumor that the evil Troll Goldthwait 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 rocking the house but then you wandered into a room totally full of badgers, plus a gazebo, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a cook in some crummy backwater like Mudhole or Molehill. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Frost Overlord Evilthing, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.
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