You grew up in the low streets of the capital of the Mystria Islands. As an orphaned dragon in a city inhabited by various creatures harboring a profound hatred for your destructive species, life was a perpetual struggle. You had to learn to fend for yourself and masquerade as a mere human every day of your existence.

After successfully robbing what appears to be a high-ranking elf, who didn't even realize your presence, you fled with your loot, grinning widely.

It was just before you felt a huge hand descend on your shoulder and abruptly halt your escape.

"Do you know where little thieves like you end up?" a commanding voice questioned, and you froze, lifting your head to gaze at a towering dark Fae. Immediately, you recognized the captain of the royal guard.