| You grew up on the fake streets of the great Topaz 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. Having heard many rumors about how Hambonia was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gunslingers (who had already looted and burned the villages of Malph, Flytrap, and Buttole), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the head of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It wasn't a thing but then you wandered into a room totally full of lizardmen, plus a hellhound, 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, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your morningstar, and cut your way through the hordes of jocks that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Horror Knight Grunwold, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost aunt, but you killed the troll anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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