| You always knew that the village of Rusty Nail wasn't big enough for you -- after all, it was just the one hut, and it was a small one. So, when you came of age, you decided to make a name for yourself as a Fighter. (You parents never gave you a name. You were hoping for "Tucker".) At the tiny tavern on the outskirts of the Village of Klatch, you were trapped in a conversation with a man who had clearly had more than his fill of barley pop. He told you about the great plague of fish that had beset the entire region of Limberford, and of the rumor that the evil Sorcerer Grindereagle was the source of the unpleasantness. You resolved to find the villain and dispatch him, mostly to get the drunk guy to shut up. Everything was going great until you dropped your sword in a beartrap and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the gnolls showed up. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to brush all the earwig in your hometown of Pitlick. So you kept going, right into the tallow rending plant of the evil Sorcerer Unpleasantor. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your ear handed to you.
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