Role

Chapter 2

Bazz knew the city the way he knew the back of his head. It was there and he
was familiar with it, but he had also never seen it before. Places were
familiar, but people named them differently than he expected - not that he knew
what he expected them to be called. His reflexive familiarity let him down in
one regard. The year was wrong. If his little remaining memory could be
trusted, it had been almost 25 years since he had last been here, though he
clearly hadn't aged. He kept open the possibility he was just crazy.

People were still people, and he knew how to pass unremarkably: taking on the
walk of a sailor as he strode nearby docks stealing food and water, or the
guise of a student as he slipped into a school of magic that had never been
his. He did not know who he was, so he became whoever he needed to be.

With practice, he found his body as malleable as his past. He was able to
conciously repeat the reflexive behavior that saved him in the caverns, and
reform parts of his body at will. At first it disturbed him, but the more his
survival depended him pretending to be other people, the more normal it seemed
for his body to pretend at other creatures.

For now he was oddly content. He would travel the land searching for the
familiar, in the hopes that this would help him understand who he was, and what
had happened to him.