| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Ironforge, without a grandpa or sister to teach you right from wrong. On the other hand, you wouldn't have grown up to be such a talented Thief otherwise. As luck would have it, you found yourself wandering through the sleepy village of Buttole just as the village people (you know, the construction worker, the cop, the Indian) were beset by the evil Witchlord Grognard, who had poisoned the town's gerbil population. Against your better judgment (and with the hope of fat loot to come), you agreed to try and bring the villain to justice. At first it was a real breeze, until you had to fend off half a dozen gangsters with your ankle trapped in a spiked pit. Fortunately, most of them ran away when the owlbear showed up, and you played dead until it left. That's not very heroic, but hey, it worked. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tomb infested with orcs, you finally came upon the lair of the Skull Wizard Hasslehoff, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your scythe, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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