Geno had finally convinced himself to roll out of bed and journey from his home. The half-dragon was a native resident of Boryg and though he knew and loved his town well, he found it harder and harder to get himself to leave home. The cold was really starting to get to him despite his tough, scaly skin, but he already knew where he was headed and why he was headed there.<br/><br/>Geno had attained a large amount of fame throughout his life here. Before the unending winter began, he acted as a protector to those around him, most especially those smaller than him. He saw his size as a gift and a responsibility and put many wrong-doers in their rightful place, which was most always his stomach. Geno respected the smaller creatures and they respected him in return. When the winter came along and didn't go away, the half-dragon started to get bitter with the lack of food and even more bitter that he had so many small friends that he could never bring himself to eat. As fate would have it, though, thieves from other towns began to slip into Boryg every so often to try to take what little food the town's taverns had. Sometimes the thieves got away with what they wanted. Other times the thieves tried to raid whatever tavern Geno happened to be in...<br/><br/>The half-dragon thought back to his first thief encounter and how quickly he swallowed the creature down. For whatever reason, everyone in the tavern was pleased by the grotesque display and Geno slowly formed a reputation for stopping thieves. Free meal for him, no worries for the barkeep, everyone wins.<br/><br/>It was at the Cheddar Cellar that his first (and subsequent others) took place, and that's where he was headed on this cold night. He knew the way, despite the dark, and trudged forward hoping to get his claws on a good meal...<br/><br/>{{Am I doing this wrong? Too long? Gah! Someone yell at me if I made/make mistakes}}