Luckily this time of day, the brothel isn’t too busy. It’s the time in between with changing and cleaning, making sure everything was accounted for, and it makes it much easier to find a quiet space in the bar that he guides her to, getting a glass of wine and a little glass of his favorite whiskey, bringing them to the quiet table in the corner of the bar beside a window that looks out over the expanse of the fields and trees of King’s End.
He sets it down for her, settles into the seat across from her, and takes a slow sip of the whiskey before setting it down on the table and he leans back. “[say]They did. They mentioned that they can feel something in the air and wanted to make sure we could be nice to one another in case they needed us.[/say]” Which is something the Flood had already promised to do, before this meeting.
“[say]I told them we could manage that.[/say]” Despite the fact they’ve had a difficult past, he can put it aside for their shared deity.
He sets it down for her, settles into the seat across from her, and takes a slow sip of the whiskey before setting it down on the table and he leans back. “[say]They did. They mentioned that they can feel something in the air and wanted to make sure we could be nice to one another in case they needed us.[/say]” Which is something the Flood had already promised to do, before this meeting.
“[say]I told them we could manage that.[/say]” Despite the fact they’ve had a difficult past, he can put it aside for their shared deity.
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
