| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Cheddarwurst, without a grandpa 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 you wandered the back alleys of Ironforge (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned smithy. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Sepia Dusk wind. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Duke of Lurkmoor's lost gerbil, Mr. Fuzzy. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. It was pretty easy, up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a antlion pit and a iron maiden, with a gazebo bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your ear. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your scythe and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Terror Giant Ragemandible's army of half-witted bandits. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil douchewad into his own iron maiden, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Crunkleton.
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