Yizzra Morthclaw hatched among the tangled roots and shifting waters of the Serpent Marshes, where survival was both creed and teacher. As a hatchling, she wandered the edges of lizardfolk society, rarely noticed, listening to the whispers of wind and water. Her earliest memories are of elders weaving tales of balance—between predator and prey, shadow and sun. Yizzra learned to read intention in every flicker of a tail or ripple of a reed, her insight as sharp as her claws. In her youth, she fell in with a wandering druid who taught her the subtle language of the marsh: when to charm a rival, when to vanish like mist. But hunger and drought struck, forcing Yizzra to beg for scraps in the outlying human villages, where she learned humility and the value of small kindnesses. Seeking harmony between instinct and discipline, she joined a reclusive order of marsh monks. There, she channeled her inner stillness, mastering the art of self-control and reading the truth hidden in others’ hearts. Now, Yizzra wanders Renaris as a quiet observer, driven by a need to understand the deep currents that shape the world. She seeks the answer to a silent question: what does it mean, truly, to belong?