| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Mudhole, without a uncle or wife to teach you right from wrong. On the other hand, you wouldn't have grown up to be such a talented Thief otherwise. Having heard many rumors about how Prefectford was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding thieves (who had already looted and burned the villages of Spazmotic, Mudhole, and Buttole), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the giblets of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You had a good handle on it until you got attacked by more hobgoblins than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your calf intact! Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless desperados and kobolds -- even a owlbear! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Death Barbarian Englebert, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a gelatinous cube with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Gallston and claimed your reward.
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