**Race:** Dragonborn **Male** **Bronze scales** Drogal does not remember parents. Only the marsh. His egg was found half-buried in reeds after a storm, and the hag took him in, calling him a curiosity, then a pet, then a child when it suited her. He grew up different from the others, larger, stronger, harder to intimidate as he got older. The hag pushed him to carry burdens too heavy for children, to guard the younger ones, and to obey through fear. But she also filled his head with stories. Of dragons. Of ancient blood. Of greatness sleeping inside him. Drogal clung to those stories when there was little else to hold onto. When Sordia Vignti found him, he stood between the hag and the smaller children, terrified but refusing to move. Now he tries very hard to be brave, especially when others are afraid. He acts older than he is, carries more responsibility than he should, and sometimes forgets he is still a child himself. But for the first time, He is learning strength can mean protecting others, not simply enduring pain.