SUNJATA
Jigano’s question reaches him, and he manages to let his steely gaze drift back over toward the bard with the questions. “There were many, but usually it was staggered when it came to having them.” A roll of his shoulders. “Might not be any one year, and the next something close to twenty?” A rough explanation. He had fifteen, and emerged victorious. “People that wanted to become a noble family could participate too, provided they had money to enter.”
But as the conversation shifts and he explains further, knowing some of it makes little sense – knowing some of Sunjata’s world had been quite a bit more advanced than the world he finds himself in now, he breathes a bit easier at not having to explain the entirety of the technology of Korofi. And instead, he focuses on the question poised by Jigano as Sunjata remains downwind, dragging from the cigarette as he regards how best to answer.
“Not exactly just like that.” He begins, his free hand running through his hair. “I was stationed in the slums soon after my training was done. I commanded a group that was sent to try and weed out the rebellion who were trying to take down the Arbiter and change the rules. One day, it was raining something terrible, and I spotted something a bit unordinary. And I had two choices, I could go and get my group and pursue it, or I could abandon it all and find out for myself.” The look he gives Jigano seems to suggest he went alone.
“It was a slip up from the rebels, but I managed to get in with them. Of course, they thought I was some kind of spy, so it took some time. But I stayed with them for four years or so before I left Korofi and came here.”
But as the conversation shifts and he explains further, knowing some of it makes little sense – knowing some of Sunjata’s world had been quite a bit more advanced than the world he finds himself in now, he breathes a bit easier at not having to explain the entirety of the technology of Korofi. And instead, he focuses on the question poised by Jigano as Sunjata remains downwind, dragging from the cigarette as he regards how best to answer.
“Not exactly just like that.” He begins, his free hand running through his hair. “I was stationed in the slums soon after my training was done. I commanded a group that was sent to try and weed out the rebellion who were trying to take down the Arbiter and change the rules. One day, it was raining something terrible, and I spotted something a bit unordinary. And I had two choices, I could go and get my group and pursue it, or I could abandon it all and find out for myself.” The look he gives Jigano seems to suggest he went alone.
“It was a slip up from the rebels, but I managed to get in with them. Of course, they thought I was some kind of spy, so it took some time. But I stayed with them for four years or so before I left Korofi and came here.”
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.
