SuNjATA
the flood
The Temple had been completed, and others had gone their separate ways – but there was a gleam within Quanil throughout that intrigued the Flood, and with it he focuses on settling in the mostly empty bar, water and drinks at the ready for whatever they might prefer. His gaze lands on them with a light, yet exhausted smile from all the work they’d done, before he tips his head somewhat toward them.
“So, Quanil, what’ll it be?” He hums, voice accented thickly, gesturing toward all the drinks at the ready that he’s got on hand since the bar’s partially attempted destruction. Plenty of water, some wines, some meads, some beers, quite the variety for whatever Quanil might prefer for the help of putting together the Temple once more.
Set after the Temple rebuild!
“So, Quanil, what’ll it be?” He hums, voice accented thickly, gesturing toward all the drinks at the ready that he’s got on hand since the bar’s partially attempted destruction. Plenty of water, some wines, some meads, some beers, quite the variety for whatever Quanil might prefer for the help of putting together the Temple once more.
Set after the Temple rebuild!
ain't no rest for the wicked
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.
