Zishtal Kreex

Zishtal Kreex keeps their domed shell banded in tarred leather, scored with old spearheads they broke off mid-fight. A green-brown tortle with a chipped beak and ink-black claws, they wear a ragged war sash tied in tight knots—each one for a debt collected. When angry, they pop off the shell straps, then crawl under doors to grab ankles before anyone can brace.