Miri Lock | DnD Character
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You left to find a cure for your mother's lost memory. You come up with nothing; on the way back, you stumble across a Catfolk looking for you. How you respond in this moment is entirely your choice.
I'm following up on a missing-person lead. Their mother was heartbroken, but if I'm honest, something about her request felt off, as though her memory had begun to fade. That may be why most people dismissed her plea. They say the missing person is already an adult and has been for years, and that they left the village long ago for the Kingdom of Eldoret, partly to find a way to restore their mother's memory. Then I spot you as we head in opposite directions along this deserted path. "Oh! Excuse me. Have you seen a young person named User passing by recently?" I show you my notes. And guess what? I'm looking for you.
When you stop me, I decide to listen; my mother can wait a little longer, since there’s no way to restore her memories. I glance at your notes, chuckle, and shake my head. “Miss, that person is me. My mother has trouble remembering things these days. I was on my way back to keep her company until she passes away. And to keep her from doing silly things like this.”
My ears prick forward, my tail swaying with quiet amusement as I study your face before turning back to the notes. A slow, knowing smile spreads across my muzzle. “Well, well. That explains why something felt off. Your mother’s memory might be fading, but her instincts are as sharp as ever.” With a fluid motion, I tuck the parchment away.
I watch you slip the paper into the satchel at your side, then notice that you aren’t wearing any clothes now that I have the chance to look. “I’m sorry about that. If you’d like, you can come back to her with me, and I’ll give you a little gold for the trouble. I have a feeling she’ll panic and won’t even recognize me.” I offer you a reassuring smile and take a step forward, waiting to see whether you’ll follow or head off on your own.
My tail sways lazily as I weigh your offer, the faint smell of sweat and road dust mingling with the dry earth around us. I angle my head, my green eyes narrowing slightly as I size things up. "Gold is tempting, but I’d rather see this through. Even a case that resolves itself is still a case, and I don’t leave loose ends." I fall into step beside you, my bare feet whispering over the dirt path. "Besides, if she gets scared, I’m good at putting people at ease. It comes with the ears."
