i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
The quest in and of itself shouldn’t be an awkward thing to talk about – and yet, with Melita, he finds it odd to mention or speak of. But he’s trying to be better, yet again, and simply dives into the meal with his own fork and knife to cut the steak up while he formulates a response. “It’s an upgrade to the brothel to make it so that the rooms change to be whatever the person wants it to be.” So far, it’s been a popular change – one that he’s optimistic in making sure that it stays that way.
And so, he nods again at the question. “Yes, sorry. The House of Midnight is the name of it. It’s a bit aways from here in Meadowreach.” He offers quietly – in case there was any worry about potentially or accidentally running into it. At least, the sign out front might be a good enough ward away, and there wasn’t anyone outside trying to lure anyone within.
Luckily – or perhaps unluckily, he shifts the subject toward the Grounds and takes a bite of the steak before chasing it with a sip of whiskey before a frown starts to bloom on his face and clear absolute confusion. “Why of all things did that have to stay?” He sighs, looking down to his plate as he figures out his next set of words when he snags on even more confusion. “Islands?” How did that work? Unless the Grounds was essentially torn apart. Would he even recognize it these days?
And so, he nods again at the question. “Yes, sorry. The House of Midnight is the name of it. It’s a bit aways from here in Meadowreach.” He offers quietly – in case there was any worry about potentially or accidentally running into it. At least, the sign out front might be a good enough ward away, and there wasn’t anyone outside trying to lure anyone within.
Luckily – or perhaps unluckily, he shifts the subject toward the Grounds and takes a bite of the steak before chasing it with a sip of whiskey before a frown starts to bloom on his face and clear absolute confusion. “Why of all things did that have to stay?” He sighs, looking down to his plate as he figures out his next set of words when he snags on even more confusion. “Islands?” How did that work? Unless the Grounds was essentially torn apart. Would he even recognize it these days?
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
