SuNjATA
the flood
A huff of laughter leaves Sunjata once more, a nod granted toward Quanil. “He does, yes. She’s more of a traditional griffin, I think.” He comments thoughtfully, knocking back the rest of the drink in his glass while he listens to them speak. Haai continues to lean into the touch, laying down along the top of the bar and stretching out for some belly pets. Sunjata sets the glass along the top of the bar before leaning along the wood a bit more, focusing his attention on Quanil. “Oh she does. But… She puts up with me and all of my problems so I suppose she needs to be spoiled sometimes.” He offers with a small chuckle, reaching out to scratch Haai along her neck and off to the side, causing her leg to bounce in the attempts of scratching.
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.
