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

You headed off into the wild wilderness of Marmosettia in search of adventure, and upon your arrival at the great city of Wibbleshire you heard a town crier shouting about how the the village idiot's ugly grandfather had been kidnapped by desperados, and the massive reward for their rescue. Not wanting to get in the way of the plot railroad, you set out on your new quest.

You were rocking the house until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a beartrap, got attacked by hobos, and got your kidney bitten off by a hellhound.

However, you knew you'd never be a mighty adventurer if you let a little setback like that stop you, and damned if you were going to end up a "seamstress" in some crummy backwater like Phlegm or Ironforge. So you pressed onward until you discovered the lair of the Dark Overlord Frazool, and after a long and dramatic battle you successfully put an end to his evil ways. And then you looted the hell out of his hideout.

Loot:endless flagon of gypsy barley wine
headpad of cantankerous invisibility
spiteful bowl of contempt

Another!