| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Pig-in-a-Poke, without a son 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 Limberford was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding badgers (who had already looted and burned the villages of Cabbagetown, Frog, and Molehill), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the ear of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. There was no drama in the LBC until you dropped your spear in a beartrap and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the dire dwarves showed up. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your knife, and cut your way through the hordes of badgers that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Fire Witchlord Hasslehoff, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost grandfather, but you killed the wierdo anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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