| You grew up on the gooshy streets of the great Amethyst 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. In the fiefdom of Bale, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Piehole, you found an inn with cheap barley wine and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Diamond Caves, lost for ages during the time of the great cleansing. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. It was pretty easy, up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a spiked pit and a beartrap, with a rust monster bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your calf. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your 10' pole and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Fire Sorcerer Viciousbear's army of homely orphans. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil jerk into his own antlion pit, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Bafflesbury.
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