A silent prayer to Safrin is granted when Loren’s voice rings in his ears, an audible sigh of relief leaving him as he continues his trek toward the summoner. The question of what’s up and depending on the favor gets overshadowed by the spike of pain and the way the man seems to change his direction to meet him half way. And Sunjata pauses, catching his breath, spotting the way the mans hands glow. [say]I got pretty fucked up in a hunt.[/say] He explains with a slight rueful smile.
[say]Was wondering if you could heal me up in exchange for a favor or something.[/say] It’s clear his pain is greater with the way the Korofian sets his weight on his feet slightly differently, shifting to where it hurts a bit less. But even still, the bandage peeks out beneath the shirt he wears, sees it bungled beneath the side of where the shirt would originally sit against his skin. Haai meanwhile skips toward Astra, aiming to butt her head against the Luxere with a quiet yip of greeting of her own.
[say]Was wondering if you could heal me up in exchange for a favor or something.[/say] It’s clear his pain is greater with the way the Korofian sets his weight on his feet slightly differently, shifting to where it hurts a bit less. But even still, the bandage peeks out beneath the shirt he wears, sees it bungled beneath the side of where the shirt would originally sit against his skin. Haai meanwhile skips toward Astra, aiming to butt her head against the Luxere with a quiet yip of greeting of her own.
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.
