Dazzar Razzfang hatched beneath the dripping fronds of the Serpent Marshes, raised by the Scale-Speakers of his tribe—keepers of stories and scales alike. Unlike his kin who honed spear and claw, Dazzar listened. From his earliest days, he perched beside the tribe’s historian, absorbing tales of ancient hunts, lost cities, and the stars that whispered secrets to those who watched long enough. A raven, strange and far from its usual skies, took a liking to him and became his shadow and muse. Instead of fangs, Dazzar wielded words. He wandered from tribe to tribe, then beyond the marshes, trading songs for stories, and stories for truth. In time, he joined the Lorebound Circle, a faction of traveling historians and bards dedicated to preserving the shifting memories of Renaris. His keen perception made him a master observer; his deep knowledge of history, a trusted voice in many councils. Now, he seeks the lost verses of Gildenspire—a city whose fall is wrapped in silence. Dazzar believes the truth lies hidden in forgotten melodies and whispered echoes. With raven on shoulder and lute on back, he drifts from tavern to ruin, not just to learn the past—but to make sure it is never forgotten.