SUNJATA
He is surprised at the answer he gets from Jigano, but pulls out another glass and nods, pouring the whiskey of sorts he has of his own. The question however, has him tilt his head up curiously. “Haven’t made any yet. This is what’s left over from Ezra’s stash when he ran the Rathskeller.” A small smile that fades. “Seeing as he is gone too, I decided to take it and put it to good use.” But he imagines once things settle he’ll chat with Remi about what he should do, what things he should look for, how to go about it on his own.
Sunjata doesn’t comment on how he starts to drink it, but he does notice the glance to his tattoos, something he’s absolutely willing to talk about should the bard grow curious. But he mentions they’re all good reasons, and Sunjata lifts his own glass to his lips with a nod of agreement. “A tea house seems far more fitting to be attached to a Temple.” He agrees quietly. “I always wondered why they attached a bar of all things to it.” It didn’t seem like religion and alcohol should mix too much, but hey. He came from a godless world, he had nothing to really back it up other than preconceived notions he’d gathered from here. “But ah, I agree with not having enough time.” Gods knew he was busy enough himself.
“I did visit the Atheneum, once I got better to read up on LongNight before it happened.” He offers quietly, absent mindedly reaching up to run a hand along the compass to his neck. “You’ve turned it into a nice place for getting information.” A quiet compliment, but Sunjata had spent plenty of time in libraries back in Korofi and the likes. He’d always appreciated it, even if he didn’t want to get involved much with it.
Sunjata doesn’t comment on how he starts to drink it, but he does notice the glance to his tattoos, something he’s absolutely willing to talk about should the bard grow curious. But he mentions they’re all good reasons, and Sunjata lifts his own glass to his lips with a nod of agreement. “A tea house seems far more fitting to be attached to a Temple.” He agrees quietly. “I always wondered why they attached a bar of all things to it.” It didn’t seem like religion and alcohol should mix too much, but hey. He came from a godless world, he had nothing to really back it up other than preconceived notions he’d gathered from here. “But ah, I agree with not having enough time.” Gods knew he was busy enough himself.
“I did visit the Atheneum, once I got better to read up on LongNight before it happened.” He offers quietly, absent mindedly reaching up to run a hand along the compass to his neck. “You’ve turned it into a nice place for getting information.” A quiet compliment, but Sunjata had spent plenty of time in libraries back in Korofi and the likes. He’d always appreciated it, even if he didn’t want to get involved much with it.
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.
