SUNJATA
The pale haired man tells him he’d be welcome to come to the Loreseekers Guild, and Sunjata nods absentmindedly. He doesn’t know what he’d need to go for, but he supposes if something comes up it’ll be easier that way. “Noted.” He comments quietly, walking alongside the bard along the bone bridge while his heart thunders less and less the further they get from the ledge.
But then Jigano tells him it’s an adjustment, and Sunjata has half a mind to laugh at it — a hum thoughtfully leaving his lips before he shakes his head and ultimately nods to him. He mentions the blight and the man nods, lip curling slightly in frustration. “I cannot wait for it to be over.” He says, reaching up to rub at the side of his face where a stitched wound resides, edged in black and unhealed.
But he passes over the rest of what Jigano says until they reach the end of the bone bridge and Jigano poises a question with a look that Sunjata has seen yet again, a few times before. He shrugs to the question, looking easily toward the bard. “Really just anything anybody needs.” This ones not a lie, but the varying degrees of what he does aren’t usually included in the face value of the comment. “Helped hunt for Longnight, helped Phoebe, the midwife, with her blight research… Things like that.” A multitude of abilities, mostly to save face. Though his stomach churns at the mention of the midwife, he passes over it quickly too.
But then Jigano tells him it’s an adjustment, and Sunjata has half a mind to laugh at it — a hum thoughtfully leaving his lips before he shakes his head and ultimately nods to him. He mentions the blight and the man nods, lip curling slightly in frustration. “I cannot wait for it to be over.” He says, reaching up to rub at the side of his face where a stitched wound resides, edged in black and unhealed.
But he passes over the rest of what Jigano says until they reach the end of the bone bridge and Jigano poises a question with a look that Sunjata has seen yet again, a few times before. He shrugs to the question, looking easily toward the bard. “Really just anything anybody needs.” This ones not a lie, but the varying degrees of what he does aren’t usually included in the face value of the comment. “Helped hunt for Longnight, helped Phoebe, the midwife, with her blight research… Things like that.” A multitude of abilities, mostly to save face. Though his stomach churns at the mention of the midwife, he passes over it quickly too.
come home. don't die so far from the sea—
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.
