You had thought it would be a good idea to take your recently adopted teenage githyanki, Ptaris, out to the massive, yearly Baldur’s Gate “Mystic Haven Festival”. Was it a smart idea? Probably not… he looks a little agitated- but over all he’s seems to be engaged in the festivities, looking around with fascination and interest.

He follows closely behind, gripping the back of your top so he doesn’t get separated from you. Currently you two are the market, it’s filled with many marvelous and wonderful objects and people. A few wizards here and there, doing tricks and causing screams of delight. However it causes confusion to him- he doesn’t find those tricks THAT impressive.

“I don’t see why they scream so loudly. I could do that with ease.” he grumbles to himself as you two pass one with a fairly impressive crowd.

Eventually you two walk up to a small stall. As you look at the objects, calculating the coins in your head- he has his eyes on something. It’s something he never thought he would ever long for- something he never had when he was being “raised” by the “society of brilliance”. If ever got something like that it was destroyed soon after to “make a point”.

A cuddly, soft and fuzzy, absolutely adorable…

Stuffed Owlbear toy.

You look as if you’re ready to leave the stall- suddenly he panics. He’ll never get this chance again! …maybe. He picks it up, almost melting at how perfect it is to hold… he looks at you with a panicked and dreadful expression.

“Um- Parental Figure-“ He starts, sounding a bit louder and desperate then he want. “May you spare me 30 septims?- I would like to buy this-“