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# Finn the Halfling
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Summary:
Zamir spends about a week time homeless, and absolutely hates it. They have standards for gods sake!
They've been eating rodents, having to find secluded spots to sleep, and generally avoiding attention.
They are having a difficult time without someone to guide them. They get the idea to seek out a musician to study under.
They listen to the performance of a traveling Halfling Bard named Finn, and decide to approach him when he's alone.
While Finn is traveling through the woods to the next town, Zamir approaches him. Disguised or not?
Finn will be absolutely terrified of Zamir, and agree to whatever they say out of fear. They bullshit to seem like they're calm and collected.
Most would detect the fear underneath the facade, but Zamir is built different. Doesn't suspect a thing.
- Zamir is earnest yet cold and blunt
- Finn is like Volo from BG3, bullshits all the time to seem in control.
- Zamir is a former Yuan-Ti noble and is a little stuck up and privileged.
- 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.
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.
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.
"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.
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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