| 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 grilled shortbread was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Stubborn Mule, so you became a professional Thief instead. One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Quirm when you met the town barber. That worthy begged you to try and rescue a knight's simple son, who had been kidnapped by gangsters. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest. You weren't having any problems until you dropped your Leatherman in a beartrap and couldn't get it back out. Wouldn't you know it, that was when the gnolls showed up. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tomb infested with desperados, you finally came upon the lair of the Ice Necromancer Slicesacrum, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your entrenching tool, and the land was finally free of his foul shenanigans. You made your way back to civilization, and basked in the glory of your success (and the reward money).
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