Role

Chapter 1

Jzroc, as simple minded as he is, wasn't always "slow". He was a rather
intelligent felar who had a love of knowledge. As a child his most favorite
thing in all the world was a treasure chest. From the most shiny and sparkling
to the dullest, simplest box, he loved them all. They sent a shiver up spine
because each one was different, each one holding a new prize to be taken, and
never knowing what was inside is what thrilled him the most.

Jzroc would fool people into believing that he was "slow" or dumb. This way,
he believed, people would pay him less attention, causing people to drop their
guard while he was around. Thinking he was too dumb to understand, they often
divulge important information around Jzroc, allowing him to gain more and more
knowledge as he went about. Knowledge, of course, that would afford him a
better life.

Well one day as Jzroc was sneaking about, doing his business, he spied a
treasure chest, just waiting to be opened. He tried to push it out of his mind
but he just couldn't do it. So when the time was right he made his way back
only to find it guarded by someone. No sooner had he seen them than out came
his trusty blackjack, ready to do it's work. Now, SOMEHOW, no one knows to
this day just -how- he did this, but -somehow- instead of bopping the guard,
ol' Jzroc managed to blackjack himself!

When he finally awoke, head pounding, all poor ol' Jzroc could remember about
himself was his yearning for knowledge, love of treasure chests, and his cover
story. So Jzroc continues his journey, his search for riches and treasure,
only now, a bit "slower" than before.