In the grand scheme of things, Eberron is a land of tolerance. While racism exists, there are so many different instances of a certain race that it is extremely hard to pin down someone just based on their lineage. An adventurer might meet a Half-Orc raider bent on spilling his blood one day, and a wise Orc Druid bent on understanding his connection to the grand scheme of things the next.<br/><br/>After the Great War and the signing of the Thronehold Accords, the land of Khorvaire was split up, many races getting their own separate lands. Droaam became united under three Hags and was the land for those without one. Gnolls, wayward goblins, medusas and Ogres all found a home where they didn’t have one. It was far from perfect, the strong ruled over the weak but it was held in check by the combined might of the three sisters.<br/><br/>Mongrelfolk hold a special place in Eberron and especially in Droaam. Mongrelfolk are a mix of nearly every humanoid race and none of them have a set look. In fact, every one of them looks different to each person. An elf might see a rather tall and slender dwarf, while a dwarf will see a short and stocky elf. This allows mongrelfolk to blend in and live a rather simple and easy life, enjoying the company of their “near –cousins” as it were. It is different in Droaam.<br/><br/>In Droaam Mongrelfolk are at the bottom of the totem pole for the same reasons they have an easy time everywhere else. To the savage races, they look like whatever they hate the most. Goblins see tall haflings, Orc and Ogres see dwarfs and elves. Mongrelfolks natural hardiness but lack of physical strength means they are typically used for labor by other races. Most mongrelfolk try to make their way to the Gray Wall and past to the land of Breland where they can pass into obscurity. Carrion Longbreath was not as lucky in that regard.<br/><br/>Carrion was born in Droaam before the three sisters arrived but was ten or so when they took power. He saw them lead a massive army of Orcs, Gnolls, and Ogres and conquer the land. He thought their life would get better as they had been just simple farmers, barely making a living. Life changed for them, but not for the better. They continued to farm but for their new leaders and nearly all the food made went towards the Great Crag, the Sister’s capitol city. Only their natural hardiness kept them from dying from starvation on several occasions. For ten long years passed like this until after the war finally ended and the treaty of Thronehold was signed. With this, Carrion decided to leave his impoverished farm and make for better opportunities. He did not expect the one he would get.<br/><br/>In the dead of night, he slipped out of his house, leaving a note for his parents and taking with him a backpack and enough food for him to get to the border. Problem was, he had no idea where he was going. He followed the road for several days, avoiding caravans as much as he could because he did not want to get sent back. One such instance forced him deep into the woods where he became hopelessly lost. Carrion wandered through the forest for several days until he suddenly came upon a huge cave in the side of the hill. For all its size, it was well hidden within the massive foliage of the trees and other plant life.<br/><br/>Carrion went in, not having a good night’s sleep in almost a week. It was dark inside and he flopped down upon what felt like a pile of flat stones. It didn’t matter, they were still softer then the hard ground. He woke up to the smell of acrid Chlorine and hot, wet breath on his face. His eyes slide open and he sees a truly massive creature in front of him. Head like a crocodile, thick neck like a snake, body of a terror lizard and its size made him feel like field mouse. It was a green dragon.<br/><br/>“My my my…what a brave little mongrel you are. Few creatures in existence would barge into a dragon's lair and use his horde as his personal bedroll.” The creature grinned, showing fangs as long as Carrion’s leg and he promptly passed out upon the mound of gold coins.<br/><br/>He woke up sometime later, resting on what felt like water. He looked around he saw he was on a bed of pure silk sheets that looked like spun gold. “Well it is about time you woke up. I was beginning to regret allowing you to live. Luckily I ate yesterday,” came a voice from in front of him. Carrion shot up like a bolt and stared straight ahead. Some people would have described what he saw as a strong looking elf, or an agile looking dwarf, or perhaps a more sophisticated half-orc, but Carrion could recognize a Mongrelfolk any day of the week. He was dressed in fine green silk clothing that matched his eyes.  “You look just like dad…” he stammered out.<br/><br/>A wicked grin spread across his face. “I should hope so, I read your mind after all,” he said with a deep chuckle. He walked, more like glided, across the stone carved room to Carrion’s bedside. “You’ve led an interesting life and I am quite bored as of late. I have a proposition for you. Why don’t you become my apprentice?”  Carrion was dumbstruck and could only nod his ascent. The dragon’s eyes flashed with barely contained glee. “This shall be fun indeed.”<br/><br/>Two years have passed since that day. Carrion’s Master, and that is what he was always referred as to as he never informed Carrion of his name, taught him much. Carrion found himself diving into books of arcane magic and of the various noble houses. Something about the power the two held intrigued him to no end. Carrion went through several intense rituals he still has a hard time describing to infuse him with the very power of his master. Green scales slowly covered his body, his senses sharpened, and most importantly of all, he was able to mimic his Master’s dragon fire.<br/><br/>“You’ve learned much about the world and about magic Carrion,” the dragon said one day, lounging upon his mountain of gold and gem in his natural form. Carrion never failed to get a chill down his spine when talking to his Master in his original form. “I think it is time you head out into the world. I have an assignment for you.” With deft claws, he pulls out a small chest from within his hoard and places it in front of Carrion. “Inside are several magical items I’ve made for you as a bit of a gift for your impressive progress as my apprentice and your assignment. You are to go to Sharn and contact the House Lyrandar guildhouse. I have a great granddaughter there that is in need of a watchful eye. She will be important to me later on apprentice. Don’t fail me.” The Master gave Carrion a sharp look. He gulped nervously and nodded, donning the items in the chest, taking the letter of introduction inside and flying off toward Breland and Sharn, the City of Towers.<br/>