Who ever said I had to be controlled by the dagger? Who ever said I had to obey Krogan? I've always followed my own path. I've always broken the rules. Maybe these are rules I need to break.

It's late at night. I know everyone will be asleep. Even Krogan. I need to steal the dagger so I can be the master of my own destiny. So I can change my fate. So I can write my wrongs.

I slither into the tent. I have to be careful. One movement out of place would not end well for me. I look around. Krogan's turned and sound asleep.

I have a straight view of the dagger. On his belt. I slither to it silently as I can. I reach for it with my hands. Sweat pours down my face behind the mask.

This is agonizing. One false move my friends are dead. If I fail, the race of dragons are doomed. All my friends islands and homes are condemned to ashes. I cannot be their destroyer.

I grab the dagger. I carefully pull it out. I place another dagger a fake, one that looks like the original, but far less powerful. I put the real dagger on my belt.

I slither out. First step in my plan, the next free my friends. I have to get to them soon. Fortunately, I have direct access to the key.