I washed out of the guarding training, which got me some notoriety, given that the only ways you're supposed to be able to Ieave are as a guard or dead.
So naturally people wanted to know what happened. And I milked it for all it was worth, every elf or half-orc who asked at the tavern would get a tale for the price of a few drinks. Soon enough people worked out I was lying every time, and people stopped asking, and accepted me as another lowlife.
Which was good, since I could start reporting back crimes to my captain.
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