Her quip doesn’t go unnoticed and a low chuckle leaves him in response. “[say]Hidden rooms and you don’t think there might be hidden compartments for that very thing?[/say]” He questions, reaching back from the book to a drawer and grabbing a pair of handcuffs to fit the joke before he tosses it to her with a wink.
Plot twist, there’s no hidden compartments. Just a nice attempt at a joke.
He settles against the desk again, grabbing his book he had started with Lucas’ instruction, flipping to the first page to explain the coded words he’d written in very fine, surprising handwriting for the size of him. “[say]So, this is it. A few of the plans we had going on at the time but with the shift in leadership and the founder’s death because of the Mathair, well, we’ve been a bit empty handed.[/say]” Steel eyes lift to catch her dual toned gaze.
Plot twist, there’s no hidden compartments. Just a nice attempt at a joke.
He settles against the desk again, grabbing his book he had started with Lucas’ instruction, flipping to the first page to explain the coded words he’d written in very fine, surprising handwriting for the size of him. “[say]So, this is it. A few of the plans we had going on at the time but with the shift in leadership and the founder’s death because of the Mathair, well, we’ve been a bit empty handed.[/say]” Steel eyes lift to catch her dual toned gaze.
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.
