| As a baby you were stolen from your parents by a band of gnolls and raised in a dark and wild factory. 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 Ironforge (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 library. A sultry female voice introduced herself as Ultramarine Dire grip. She asked you to undertake a quest to recover the Poo-bah's lost weasel, Mr. Snuggleface. 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 but then you wandered into a room totally full of badgers, plus a cockatrice, which is weird because you would have figured they'd have killed each other. They made a pretty good attempt at killing you, though. However, you managed to overcome the odds (and your injuries), and after a lengthy crawl through a tower infested with badgers, you finally came upon the lair of the Devil Lord Unpleasantor, who was guarding the object of your quest. The evil fiend fell before your sword, 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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