| When you were growing up in the little town of Dogspittle, you always wanted to be a mighty Cleric. You ended up being a Fighter instead, because you didn't have the right prime requisites. Your life changed one day, changed irrevocably -- and perhaps not for the better -- when you were wandering down the quaint bucolic dusty paths of the tiny farming village of Dropseat. There, you met the Dauphin's comely aunt, who gave you broad hints as to the last known location of the long-lost Diamond Beaver. Recognizing the street value of such a rare treasure, you set off to find it. It was pretty easy, but then you wandered into a room totally full of thieves, plus a horse, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. But all that drama couldn't stop you. You'd never given up on anything, not even your childhood quest to feed all the parakeet in your hometown of Bobcat. So you kept going, right into the tannery of the evil Troll Baaaal. Fortunately for you, he was out for lunch at the time, so you could grab some loot and get out before you got your calf handed to you.
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