For those of you who don’t know me, I’ll start with an introduction. 

My name is Urmy Orgo.
As you can see, I am a gorgeous, intelligent, talented, and strong dragon-kin. I wear dark leather armor, and keep my long, blue and green hair in braids that are tied together at the back of my neck. I’m tall, and it’s difficult to tell exactly how old I am, although I’m full-grown for a dragon-kin.

What you may not realize is that I’m also a sneaky rogue, trained in all things stealth and danger by my past travels and adventures. 

If you take a seat and stay a while, I’ll tell you a tale of one such adventure that weighs heavy on my mind. Just don’t get too hung up on the “technical accuracy” of the story, okay? I’m currently training to be a bard, and I’ve been assured that it’s perfectly fine to embellish the details a bit. 

Not that I would ever outright lie to make a story more interesting. That would just be wrong! Wouldn’t it? I’m not very experienced at being a bard yet, so I’m not really sure about the intricacies of all this. I’m learning a lot of really big words too, so forgive me if I use any of them incorrectly. I didn’t exactly go to school as a child. 

Where was I? Oh, yes, the story! But why should you listen to my story? Well, let me tell you! 

First, as you may have noticed, I am a seasoned adventurer. I’ve been at this for a few years now…four to be exact. Before that, I was a child, left on my own to survive this cruel world. 

Oh, you’d like to know more about my background? I suppose I could tell you that before I start my tale, especially if you think it will help you trust me. 

Here goes:

I was abandoned and exiled when I was only six years old.
Why, you ask?
Well, I’ll tell you. As long as you promise not to tell anyone else about this, okay?
I can’t have all my secrets out in the open, now, can I?

You agree? Great, let’s get back to the story. 

As a child, I was good at convincing others to do whatever I wanted them to. I had sticky fingers and if I wanted it, I took it. I rarely got caught, but when I did, it got ugly fast. The third time I got caught was when everything went south. 

I’d stolen a locket from one of the clan elders, and her son caught me with it. If only I’d had the gold to pay him off, I wouldn’t have gotten into trouble. Of course, a six year old doesn’t have twenty-five gold to use as hush money, and beating the guy up didn’t help matters. 

The elders got pissed, held a clan meeting, and I was cast out. I wandered the woods for days, looking for someplace to go or someone to take me in.

I was taken in by my mentor, who taught me to hone my craft and become the thief I am today. His name was Harrow, and he basically raised me, becoming the father-figure I needed.


I may have turned out a bit cocky, and I definitely feel like no one could pull one over on me the way I do others. I’m good at what I do, and I know it. My motivation is to make money. I steal because I can. I’m out for myself, and it takes a lot for me to trust. I move from town to town at random, looking for easy jobs to do and even easier marks to rob. I decided that I would become like Robin Hood, robbing from the rich and giving to the poor–ME! 

My prized possession was a gift from my mentor. It’s a special coin. This coin is circular and gold, slightly larger than a standard coin of the realm. On the face there is a pair of crossed swords, slightly curved resembling a pair of pirate’s Cutlasses. On the back of the coin, the words “When the night comes, so do we” are written in thieves cant (a secret language known only to people like me), hidden in the filigree of the design.

When I was twelve, my mentor got arrested, and I was on my own again. It wasn’t so bad. I had road rat to eat, and could usually find shelter from the weather. Most people didn’t check under their carts when they parked them and sleeping on the ground never really bothered me. I spent my days and nights perfecting the lessons of my mentor, and rarely got caught in a con. If I did, I had a way of talking it out and turning it around to where whoever had caught me simply let me go, sometimes with their coin purse. 

Wait, you don’t know what road rat is? How is that possible? Never mind, I’ll explain. 

Road rat is the most amazing delicacy in the entire realm. You can usually find it along the roads and trails. Basically, it’s just a rat that’s been run over by a cart—squashed flat! What I like to do with it is put it on a stick and use my flame breath to char it. Then it’s crunchy and chewy. So delicious! You must try it!

I don’t know a lot about my family because I was exiled so young, but I know a bit about dragon-kin culture and history, though admittedly not as much as I should. Someday I’d like to go back to my clan and show them that I’m not the same child they threw out all those years ago. 

I’m not really religious, I mean, I know the gods exist because I’ve seen them before. I just choose not to worship. If they can leave a child on her own to die with no intervention, then I can turn my back on them as well. I’m only out for myself. I don’t need anyone else. 

I like to hide scraps of food and trinkets in my pockets, so if you ever need something shiny, or get hungry, let me know. I can help you out. For a price. 

I believe in helping people who help me—I’ve heard it called ‘tit for tat’ but that sounds kind of silly, doesn’t it? 

Well, that’s enough about me, let’s get into the story you really want to hear, shall we?