| You grew up on the short streets of the great Emerald 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 Febreezia was being systematically sacked by a band of marauding gnolls (who had already looted and burned the villages of Cowpat, Spazmotic, and Cabbagetown), and the ludicrous reward being offered for the calf of their leader, you decided it was finally time to put your mettle to the test. It wasn't a thing but you soon were confounded by a fiendish tower constructing puzzle, and by the time you figured out to solve it, you were agitated as an underfed guinea pig. Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless thieves and gangsters -- even a fuchsia slaad! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Horror Marquis Grunwold, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a crocodile's mouth with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of Glameroth and claimed your reward.
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