Last Words: Put a Razor-Clawed Thief without Last Words into your hand.
The world is chaff. Hard, tough to chew, and a nuisance. For those dragonkin born unprivileged, thievery was the only way to get by. And as luck would have it, she too, was dragonkin.
—Fields of Fasting: Memories of a Convict, Part 1
(Same as the unevolved form.)
She's the brains, and I'm the brawn. Things are simpler that way. Then, before we knew it, more dragonkin came, enough to form our own squad. I was the boss, but she pulled the strings. We called ourselves the Dread Drakes.
—Fields of Fasting: Memories of a Convict, Part 2
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