| Lacking the patience to be a Mage and the brawn to be a Fighter, you decided to be the next best thing: a professional chef. Sadly, your recipe for fried baklava was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Malph, so you became a professional Thief instead. As luck would have it, as you were passing through the land of Wibbleford, you stopped at the inn in the quiet hamlet of Flytrap, and heard the local stableboy talking about the ancient strip mall that the town had (perhaps ill-advisedly) been built next to, and the fantastic Azure Idol of Goldthwait that was purported to be hidden there. Without bothering to ask why nobody had managed to recover it already, you set out on your very first quest. It wasn't a thing but then you wandered into a room totally full of thieves, plus a bugbear, 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 all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to mop all the ferret in your hometown of Dumpington. So you kept going, right into the granary of the evil Wizard Englebert. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your knee handed to you.
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