Lizardfolk rarely traveled alone. If they left the swamp, they would do so in pairs or groups of three. Lizardfolk feared that, without others of their own kind with them to remind them of who and what they were, they would lose their identity and be seduced by the ways of civilization and never come home again.

Rhossk Hammertail is a strange lizardfolk. For reasons known only to him, he left the swamp that he called home for the 30-some years of his life and moved into the small fishing community of Saltmarsh, where he now makes a living as a fisherman. Rhossk has an intense fascination with softskin culture, particularly with fatherhood. He wears a false mustache made of horse hair, certain that this very human facial feature makes him more easily accepted in their society.

He may be right, but not for the reasons he believes. Rhossk has become somewhat of a minor celebrity in Saltmarsh - the lizardman with a mustache - and for as hilarious as many of the townsfolk thought it was at first, he has become an accepted member of their community. Rhossk is always eager to share the story of when he fought off a seamonster in the dead of the night to protect the town, as well as his impressive hauls of fish.

Despite this, he struggles with learning the intricacies of human culture. He struggles to pick up on social cues that do not come naturally to his survival-focused mind. He can be overly literal at times, not understanding many idioms, metaphors and figures of speech. His Lizardfolk survival instinct has been refocused on the people of Saltmarsh as his tribe, and he does whatever he can to ensure their survival.

Rhossk has formed a very un-lizardlike bond with a boisterous goblin sailor named Bokk Leyup. Despite the goblin being very much an adult, Rhossk sees him as somewhat of a surrogate son, and protects him with all the zeal of a parent. Whenever Bokk comes into port from a long expedition, Rhossk's home is always open to him, and he is eager to hear the little sailor-mouthed goblin's vulgar tales of the high seas.

Recently Rhossk has become tangled up with a group of adventurers, and after fighting and almost dying with them, Rhossk considers them part of his family. Rhossk fights fiercely to protect them, and while they don't seem to like the idea of becoming honored dead and having their bodies ritually consumed if some untimely death were to befall them, Rhossk hopes they will consume him for strength and turn his bones into useful tools and fondly remembered fetishes if he were to befall a similar fate.

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