| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of hobgoblins and raised in a dark and wild factory. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as a professional Thief. Having heard many rumors about how Crunkleford was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding skeletons (who had already looted and burned the villages of Ironforge, Stubborn Mule, and Mudhole), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the thigh of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It was pretty easy, but then you wandered into a room totally full of desperados, plus a bulette, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to shine all the cat in your hometown of Deaf Chicken. So you kept going, right into the convenience store of the evil Witchlord Evilthing. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your shoulder handed to you.
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