| 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 poached deep-fried broccoli was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Cowpat, so you became a professional Thief instead. In the fiefdom of Stoatsford, in the unpleasant-smelling backwater of Flytrap, you found an inn with cheap sarsaparilla and spent the night carousing. There, you heard a tale of the forgotten treasure of the Silver Caves, lost for ages during the time of the great Infrared Wars. You decided to seek the treasure yourself, heedless of the literal mountain of skeletons of those who had tried before you. There was no drama in the LBC until you got attacked by more barbarians than you could handle. You were lucky to get out of there with your ear intact! But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to filter all the Siamese fighting fish in your hometown of Hamlet. So you kept going, right into the ironmongery of the evil Warlock Krampus. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your arse handed to you.
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