Happily more than ever I return from infinite dungeon with tons of loot to sell to Barnabas.
On my way I get ambushed by goblins.
I kill them all and laugh at their corpses: "Did you really think you miserable bastards can overpower me?!"
But what is that? A robe? Ok then, more money for me ...
Even happier I stand in front of Barnabas and suddenly a thought visits me: "I should try that uncursed robe on. Maybe it is better than rags I'm wearing?"
I put it on and suddenly I realize, that it was a fatal mistake.
Barnabas suddenly becomes furious and calls his "security".
For what it's worth it was a robe of hate.
I die cursing the fate and karma for what they are.