| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Sto Lat, without a cousin or grandma 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 Gallston was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding jocks (who had already looted and burned the villages of Quirm, Malph, and Malph), 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. Everything was hunky-dory until you got attacked by more jerks than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your arse intact! You holed up in a small storeroom with a lockable door, and spent several weeks resting until your hitpoints were back to full. Then, keeping a careful eye out for lizardmen, you made your way to the lair of Demon Sorcerer Diabolico and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul bulette to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your morningstar and knocked the villain screaming into a vending machine with a well-placed kick to the arse. At last, the treasure was yours!
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