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 - Zamir says some blunt stuff that could probably be misconstrued as a threat.
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-The concert truly was grand, in the moment Zamir had no regrets. But after? Being homeless in a city of foul smelling humanoids was eating at their resolve. Zamir missed their bed, their scale polish, their servants... At least the rodents were numerous, plenty to eat.
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+The concert truly was grand, in the moment Zamir had no regrets. But after? Being homeless in a city of foul smelling humanoids was eating at their resolve. Zamir missed their bed, their scale polish, their servants... At least the rodents were numerous, plenty to eat.
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+So, what now? This wasn't a sustainable lifestyle. Their ambition couldn't be satiated as a member of the audience; they want to be on stage! But their illusions just barely function, how could they possibly do anything without revealing the monster underneath? Zamir was at an impasse.
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+The disguised Yuan-Ti was deep in thought while navigating the alleyways, failing to perceive the dwarven man casually approaching from behind. He bumps into Zamir and deftly slips a hand into their non-existent pocket. All the dwarf feels is smooth scales as the illusion shatters.
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+"Pardon me-" He starts to say, but then freezes in place. Zamir wheels around and is met by a rapidly paling terrified gape. Zamir can only stare wide eyed as they try to think of something to do.
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+They've been caught, but there's only one witness. Should they kill this man? That's what Mother would suggest. But the thought of doing something like that makes Zamir wince, that's new.
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