Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Piehole, without a grandpa or mother to teach you right from wrong. On the other hand, you wouldn't have grown up to be such a talented Thief otherwise.

As you wandered the back alleys of Hamlet (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned brewery. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Sepia Grim crest. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Earl of Lurkmoor's lost Siamese fighting fish, Mr. Cuddles. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help.

You weren't having any problems but then you wandered into a room totally full of gypsies, plus a weretiger, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though.

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 tramps, you made your way to the lair of Evil Warrior Krampus and the object of your quest. You thought he nearly had you when he summoned a foul roper to his aid, but you put paid to the beast with your flail and knocked the villain screaming into a antlion pit with a well-placed kick to the ear. At last, the treasure was yours!

Loot:spear of contempt
gypsy-flavored knife of goblin slaying
backpack of chartreuse polyamory

Another!