Ah, it was one we'd made from one of those 'Roll 4 commoners' tables, where we took our little party and the sole survivor we adopted as our hero going forward. The sole survivor I had was a whitesmith, a smith who works with silver, copper, and other precious metals. So, with the DM's agreement, I decided he was going to be a Whitesmith Wizard. I engraved my spells on acid-etched metal tablets, which levitated in the air before my palm before dissolving with each spell (yes, they were expensive). I was a (very proud) member of a whitesmith's guild, and I was seeking my fortunes in the wider world to advance from a journeyman to a master in the guild, spreading my reputation for my art further to merit such a privilege. I had a halberd because I was part of the city militia, as a PROUD GUILDSMAN even though as a wizard specced for casting I was dogshit with it.
I played up the arrogant burgher angle as much as I could, talking down to 'the peasants' and the nobility (when I thought I could get away with it). I expounded at great length about the virtues of city life, such as how the guilds ELECT their lord-mayor, and it's of course totally a coincidence that they always happen to elect the previous lord-mayor's son; or how guilds are TOTALLY fair economic structures that keep law and order and the occasional war between them was definitely not a sign that they were glorified monopolistic street gangs run by artisans. The other player (3 person group - DM and 2 players, me being one of them) was a half-orc(? memory is fuzzy) barbarian, but rather than being disdainful of civilization, he wanted to become civilized, so we made a really good pair, with me 'teaching' all the wonderful benefits of civilization and praising him as a good protégé who would become a exemplar townsman, and the barbarian wholeheartedly and fully embracing everything I said to its absurd conclusion (which I also always supported).
We came across a village of halflings and, after learning that there were no major merchants or landowners in their town, I lamented their primitive state and the things we must do for 'these people' who don't even have the concept of private property! They were preyed upon by a basilisk, and we eventually stole one of the better-looking halfling statues to try to sell back in town. Sadly, it didn't go much further than that. We got back to town, I debated with the (frustrated and confused) lord over the 'privileges of the town' and 'free trade' (he confiscated the statue from me), and we gambled for a bit. Did a few really small things after that, but it fizzled out due to personal issues preventing us from getting together.
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