Vizzira Penthorn was born in the murky heart of the Serpent Marshes, raised among a reclusive lizardfolk clutch known for their brutal martial rites and cold pragmatism. But Vizzira never quite fit the mold. Where others relied solely on strength and instinct, she was cunning, sharp-eyed, and quick with her claws. Her youth was marked by a notorious incident—when a traveling artificer’s caravan wandered too close to the marsh, Vizzira slipped through the reeds and returned hours later with a stolen gem glowing with arcane etchings. She never said how she got it, but the clutch elders whispered of a specter that haunted the marsh that night. Fascinated by the artifact’s strange hum, Vizzira left her marshland home to learn more of the world’s hidden mechanisms and shadowed alleys. Her path led her through the smuggler dens of the Free Cities, the underside of Arlathis, and even the rusted wrecks of the Iron Gardens. She thrived in the unspoken rules of thieves and spies, her intimidating presence and reptilian poise making her both respected and feared. Now, she seeks something more than gold—rumors speak of another gem, twin to the first, buried deep in the ruins of a lost workshop. Whatever it is… it’s calling to her.