| Life was hard as an orphan on the streets of Frog, 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 Morpork (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 convenience store. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Jade Crypt blood. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover a farmer's lost weasel, Mrs. Whiskers. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. Everything was going great up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a crocodile's mouth and a gelatinous cube, with a rakshasa bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your ankle. Bruised but unbroken, you readied your spear and marched forth into the darkness, where you were immediately captured by the Black Lawyer Venomulna's army of half-witted ents. They hauled you before their master, but got bored and wandered off during his long gloating speech. Seeing your chance, you pushed the evil twat into his own cheese-grater, and escaped to claim your reward from the grateful people of Waxtoff.
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