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 diced boiled cabbage was unappreciated by the plebes in your tiny hometown of Pittsburgh, so you became a professional Thief instead.

You rode into the city of Waltermatthau, and met a shadowy stranger in a hooded cloak who was sitting in the corner of the local bar. He told you about the legendary Amber Dog of Kilmer, which is rumored to be hidden in an ancient dungeon near the village of Molehill, and promised you a hefty fee if you could bring it to him. Figuring he wouldn't offer you the quest if it weren't level-appropriate, you readily agreed.

It was pretty easy, up until the part where you found yourself trapped between a beartrap and a cheese-grater, with a hellhound bearing down upon you. That strawberry was pretty delicious, but it's didn't really make up for the damage to your shoulder.

But, you put on your brave face, and made your way through the caverns and caves to where the Demon Lawyer Xxyrg held court over his horde of half-witted ents, and with uncountable swings of your dagger (and a few well-placed attacks of opportunity), you finally slew the horrible buffoon and rode back to town to claim your glory (and reward).

Loot:florid bowl of polyamory
gauntlets of banal stout
lockpick of bewildering cat summoning

Another!