SUNJATA
And it had worked for him well too, thus far. A simpler sort of bartering. He wonders if Jigano recalls when he had said he was a mercenary, wonders if perhaps some of the lines might make sense. But ah, that was for a different time, one where talk of fathers clinging to power and sons refusing to fall in line at the end took over. And no matter how much he tried to differentiate from his father, there were things too ingrained to him that pointed to it regardless.
A man of steel, of iron. If you cut him he’d bleed oil, as they’d all say hidden beneath an overpass.
Still, he manages a snort to Jigano’s comment of flying home this drunk, and Sunjata nods to him with a slight shrug. “Keep me updated, will you? I haven’t tried yet.” Drunk as a panther, however, falling asleep in front of the fireplace sounded like the plan for the day. “Thanks for the help earlier, too.” He nods to the bard, imagining the man can find his way out on his own, and perhaps ensuring that Haai makes it back inside.
A man of steel, of iron. If you cut him he’d bleed oil, as they’d all say hidden beneath an overpass.
Still, he manages a snort to Jigano’s comment of flying home this drunk, and Sunjata nods to him with a slight shrug. “Keep me updated, will you? I haven’t tried yet.” Drunk as a panther, however, falling asleep in front of the fireplace sounded like the plan for the day. “Thanks for the help earlier, too.” He nods to the bard, imagining the man can find his way out on his own, and perhaps ensuring that Haai makes it back inside.
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.
