| You grew up on the big streets of the great Amber 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 New Brunswick was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gypsies (who had already looted and burned the villages of Rusty Nail, Rusty Nail, and Stubborn Mule), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the nipple of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. You were doing a cool job up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a spiked pit and a beartrap, with a mind flayer bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your shoulder. But, unwilling to let that keep you from glory, you gritted your teeth and wielded your battleaxe, and cut your way through the hordes of tramps that stood between you and your goal. At last you found the lair of Shadow Lawyer Goldthwait, who quite unexpectedly turned out to be your long-lost grandmother, but you killed the gimp anyway. And thus was the land freed from tyranny, and you earned yourself a fat reward!
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