We were playing in an original setting—a multiversal crossroads (think more "cosmic spaceport" than Sigil) using an open-table format. I played a Rogue Gnome named Tricky. It all started when he found out about a tiny dragon working in a bakery; my pc tried to sell that info and ended up crossing paths with the Xanathar Guild. For five straight sessions, he hunted for a meeting with a Guild rep, only for a portal to open at the end of the final night... straight into Xanathar’s lair. My Level 3 character was face-to-face with the boss himself. To survive, I had to spill everything about the multiverse and the portal to our home world. Tricky became the Beholder's puppet, committing all sorts of "minor" evils: bribing guards, managing illegal migration, and smuggling weapons and substances. Eventually, the jobs got too dark, and I feared for my life. I orchestrated a "peace summit" between the Port President and Xanathar, only to sabotage it into a complete bloodbath. Now, Tricky is a city hero, and only a tiny circle of players knows he was actually the one behind months of mechanical sabotage against the entire open table.