| 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 deep-fried taco rolls was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Rusty Nail, so you became a professional Thief instead. Having heard many rumors about how Hambonia was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding orcs (who had already looted and burned the villages of Mondale, Piehole, and Molehill), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the foot of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You weren't having any problems until you got attacked by more desperados than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your face intact! Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless thieves and accountants -- even a mind flayer! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Fire Troll Hasslehoff, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a vending machine with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Phleberron and claimed your reward.
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