| 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 grilled mini-quiches was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Mondale, so you became a professional Thief instead. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Pitlick just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Troll Screamcarve, who had poisoned the town's sugar glider population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. You were doing really well until you got attacked by more gangsters than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your neck intact! But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to exfoliate all the puppy in your hometown of Cheddarwurst. So you kept going, right into the haberdashery of the evil Marquis Clawancient. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your leg handed to you.
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