Lysander has curly, russet-colored hair that matches the thick fur on his goat-like legs. Unlike many of his kind, he keeps his small horns polished and wrapped in thin silver wire. He wears a heavy, ink-stained tunic over his metal scale mail and carries a satchel overflowing with parchment and charcoal sticks. He has a youthful, wide-eyed expression and is frequently seen squinting through a cracked magnifying lens.

Lysander is intellectually restless and possesses a frantic, rhythmic energy. He views every interaction as a potential piece of data for his records. He is surprisingly polite for a satyr, though his social graces are often overshadowed by his intense curiosity about others' family lineages and local myths.

Lysander was born into the Skola Vale, a place where the music never stops and the wine never runs dry. While his kin spent their nights dancing until their hooves bled, Lysander found himself drawn to the silence of the marble ruins dotting the valley's edge. He discovered a cache of moldering scrolls in a forgotten shrine dedicated to the gods of wisdom. While other satyrs sang of the present moment, Lysander became obsessed with the voices of the past, realizing that history is just one long, complicated song that no one was bothered to write down. He left the Vale not to flee the party, but to expand the guest list to include the ghosts of long-dead civilizations. He traveled to a great library fortress where he served as a scribe, trading his innate musical talent for access to restricted vaults. His devotion to the preservation of truth eventually caught the attention of the divine, granting him the power to peel back the layers of time. Now he wanders the world, treating every dungeon as a lost chapter and every monster as a historical footnote that needs correcting.