| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of orphans and raised in a dark and wild mineshaft. They regarded you as one of their own, but the time came for you to make your own name as a professional Thief. As you wandered the back alleys of Morpork (and let's face it, most of that place is back alleys), a hand covered your mouth while a blade pushed gently at your ribs. You let yourself be dragged into a pitch-dark abandoned convenience store. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Thulian Night raven. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Duke of Farnsworthington's lost marmoset, Frederick. Reasoning it was the best quest you'd get until you leveled up a bit, you agreed to help. You had a good handle on it until you got your lower back caught in a cookie jar and had to gnaw it off to escape. Fortunately, you don't need that to be a hero... but you will sort of miss it. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a crypt infested with gunslingers, you finally came upon the lair of the Shadow Lord Goldthwait, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your brass knuckles, 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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