| You grew up on the narrow 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. You rode into the city of Goldthwaitia, and met a shadowy stranger in a hooded cloak who was sitting in the corner of the local bar. He told you about the legendary Ruby Vampire bat of Prefectford, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient necropolis near the village of Cold Crick, and promised you a hefty fee if you could bring it to him. Figuring he wouldn't offer you the quest if it weren't level-appropriate, you readily agreed. There was no drama in the LBC up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a swinging razor-sharp pendulum and a crocodile's mouth, with a bulette bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your solar plexus. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to sweep all the cat in your hometown of Frog. So you kept going, right into the brewery of the evil Warlock Frazool. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your lower back handed to you.
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