I was born in the simple trade city of Emplartay. It was a beautiful city full of different races and religions. However, the bad thing about big cities is that they're full of bad people. One night on the outskirts of the city where I abide, a bunch of Feather Followers (Paladins) set fire to my home. Claiming we reptile people belong in the ground. those damned feather followers are always blinded by their faith and refuse to accept reality. We lost a lot in the fire so my folks left me with who they thought was a trusted friend to gain money adventuring. However, this trusted friend of theirs was not so trustworthy. though they were not a feather follower, they were a believer of the same god. This led to me being kicked out for the smallest thing. I had to live in the ally ways thieving off unsuspecting vendors and learning basic thief skills. During my years thieving i was picked up by the thieves clan. My mentor who introduced me, a fellow lizard man by the name Anóiti sávra. He was a quick man outrunning almost all of the entire clan. He was my mentor for 6yrs until he couldn't outrun a bolt from a crossbow. He was hit through the leg and hit the ground hard. He was injured and if i had tried to help him i would've suffered the same fate, plus it was in our creed to leave the injured behind. After 2 days he was publicly hung. Since then I've been working odd jobs adventuring, taking a break from the thieves guild.