The Raven Thief
Oalaa was a city for thieves, and ruffians, and villains galore. Those who weren't wanted anywhere else, who lived on the fringes, in the shadows, against the current of the law of the land, lived in Oalaa. And in Oalaa, there was only one place they all gathered: The Devil's Door.
The first time he ever found a job, found a partner for a job, rather, he was sitting at that bar, mug in hand, thinking of how best to get his next big score. He never expected her to walk up to him, brash as balls, steal his tankard, and proposition him for a theft.
Only an idiot would refuse her, or perhaps it was only an idiot would agree.
He learned it was the latter when he returned home knocking at death's door.
He should have known better than to say yes a second time...
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...you must be dealing with The Raven Thief.
There was no way this was going to end well.
Copper and mahogany.
Dragon Scale Color:
Broad, but unassuming.
Drinking beer at "The Devil's Door".