Cruthanta

Cruthanta emerged from it hardened and bright, ideas flowing from her brain to her claws whether she had to funds or materials to carry through with it or not - and well, if not, it's not stealing if no one knows it's gone. What's morality when you're blazing your way into the Flamecaller's Forge?

Those of the Tangled Wood, tricksters and thieves the lot of them, enjoy winning more than they enjoy ethics, and that's something Cruthanta can respect. If you squint your eyes and tilted your head at a certain angle, the need to make the best, most lasting impression in the Blacksand Annex is really just a need to win. Tricksters and thieves have never bothered her much either, when you get down to it. At the time of her early adulthood it seemed prudent to do something that outshone, outburned the creations of the rest of her peers. Cruthanta caught wind of the twisted experiments held deep in the Tangled Woods; whispers of shadows, of exalting, of shade magics, that caught on the breaths of even the most curious dragons.

She left for the Tangled Woods the next morn, with nothing but her forgers tools and a few hundred gold (ferrying across the Sea of a Thousand Currents wiped that out quickly, however).