Isati of Luskan is a runt of a gnoll-a full two heads shorter than most of his kind and without any of the raw musculature to ward off larger folk. Picked up by a group of adventurers, he was assumed orphaned and left to tough it in the mean streets. He is, however, a very clever lad who taught himself spellwork at an early age-he made himself a little hellion on the dirty streets of the City of Sails, plying his sticky paws for the Alley Rats gang, thieving scrolls and spellbooks for his gang and the highest bidder.

He fell in with a group of adventurers and had a hell of a ride, enduring terrible trauma and eventually helping found a sanctuary for more monstrous races in the city of Neverwinter that fronted as an inn and brothel, settling down in a polycule of fellow adventurers and heroic monsters, earning peace, quiet, and his own little happily-ever-after.

Never growing out of his days as a street thief, Isati has the rough demeanor of a tenacious little street urchin. He loves crude humor, dirty sex, raunchy smells, and shiny baubles. Most of his friends are wererats and kobolds, though he finds himself more and more curious about his own people's history and culture...