Mirza was born in the cramped, soot-stained edge of a goblin tribal village where everything had a price, even loyalty. From an early age she was captivated not by strength or status, but by gold—its weight, its shine, the way it changed hands like fate itself. Too small to take riches by force, she learned to trade favors, secrets, and lies instead, building her own hidden hoard piece by piece. Mirza’s charm is quiet and unnerving, enough to make others trust her while she subtly redirects their greed toward her advantage. Over time she became the village’s most dangerous kind of presence: not a warrior or a leader, but a collector of debts, turning every conflict and bargain into another step toward her ever-growing stash of gold.