| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of lizardmen and raised in a dark and wild mansion. 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 Febreezia was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding orcs (who had already looted and burned the villages of Cold Crick, Piehole, and Buttole), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the calf of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were doing really well but then you wandered into a room totally full of hobgoblins, plus a rakshasa, 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 groom all the budgie in your hometown of Stubborn Mule. So you kept going, right into the owlry of the evil Warrior Grunwold. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your bung handed to you.
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