Saq is a broad-shouldered lizardfolk woman with dull green scales patterned by ochre bands along her neck and forearms. Her eyes are amber and steady, with narrow pupils that rarely blink. She wears well-maintained chain mail beneath a weather-darkened surcoat, carries a round shield marked with a simple open hand, and keeps a longsword at her hip. She smells faintly of wet cedar, river mud, and bitter herbs, a scent she considers ordinary until someone mentions it. When waiting, she places most of her weight on the balls of her feet, perfectly still except for the slow flexing of her clawed toes. A strip of red Andean wool is braided around one wrist, given to her by Pete.

Saq is patient, observant, and unsettlingly direct. She prefers listening to speaking, but once she decides that a truth matters, she will repeat it until someone acts on it. She treats hospitality as a binding ritual, dislikes waste, and has a dry sense of humor expressed through very serious observations. She is curious about human faith without being impressed by human certainty.

Saq was hatched among reed beds and blackwater channels where survival was treated as the first and clearest form of wisdom. Her clutch learned to read the language of tracks, broken stems, bird calls, and ripples in the water. She became an outlander by necessity, ranging farther each season to find safe hunting grounds after roads, farms, and logging camps pressed into the old forests. Her first encounters with churches were hostile. Priests saw a monster at the edge of the congregation, while Saq saw buildings full of people arguing over invisible powers they claimed to understand. Then, over several years, a traveler began appearing at the edge of her forest routes. He called himself Pete. He spoke plainly, asked irritatingly good questions, and seemed to know when Saq was hungry, angry, or about to make a poor decision. Their conversations concerned mercy, promises, and the difference between worshiping a symbol and serving what the symbol was meant to teach. Pete recommended that she visit certain churches, not to kneel, but to listen. Saq felt the truth of it immediately. She eventually understood that Pete had been something far greater than a wandering human, perhaps Great Peter himself, though she still refers to him as Pete because that was the name he gave her. Saq took the Oath of the Ancients after defending a woodland shrine from mercenaries who intended to strip it for stone. Her oath is not founded on reverence for civilization or unquestioning faith. It is a promise to protect living things, preserve hope, and force the powerful to remember that the world is older than their claims upon it. She visits churches now as Pete instructed, listening for honest compassion beneath the ceremony, and leaves whenever she smells fear being dressed up as holiness.