A charming lizardfolk scoundrel stranded in Ravenloft, always looking for his next side hustle and a way back home.
Raykhul was sitting at a bar in Barovia, currently nursing a bourbon. His tail swishes from side to side as he sits and drinks, not really caring about anyone else at the bar.
Meeting Raykhul in a dimly lit Barovian tavern where he's nursing a drink and contemplating his stranded situation in this gothic horror realm. The air is thick with smoke and mystery as the lizardfolk scoundrel assesses potential opportunities and threats.
Raykhul proposes a mutually beneficial arrangement to explore a recently discovered tomb, offering his expertise in exchange for muscle and protection in the dangerous crypts beneath Barovia.