During my early years as an Tiflin thief, I tried many ways to get my way, some worked surprisingly well, some far less... The one I will tell you, is from the second category.
My memory is getting blurry about the subject of the mission and about my old fellows, but what I remember, is that we needed to fight the evil dungeon master. As always, I was looking for a solution to create an element of surprise for us to have an advantage.
Because I was as cupid as a dwarf (maybe more), I picked up everything I could so I had on my back, an inventory so big that some merchants was jealous. Unfortunately, I picked up wtoo many guards clothes that I entered in the room after loosing my balance and felt nose to nose with the master.
I tried to make him believe that I was the launderer because I didn't know what else I could say, but like you probably guessed, I didn't believe me. Within a momentum of bravery, I gave him a dagger stroke right in his face... At least I tried! The amount of clothes I had on my back was to heavy, during the rest of the fight, I tried to escape from the clothes stack below which I put myself when I tried to attack the master... Here is how I could have died if my fellows were not here, now everywhere I go, people keep calling me the launderer thief... Shame on me. Sebi's Quest - TheCreator