all that we got is a dream and a glock and we don't believe anything that they say
A brow raises at what Oliver’s been up to, and Sunjata can’t help the slight bit of surprise cross his face before he chuckles and lets the cow continue its rampage. “Sounds eventful. How’d you manage to get cursed?” He rumbles with a half hidden smirk of amusement. But the cow returns, covered in gourd guts as Oliver’s next question is met and Sunjata shakes his head. This is mostly the best they’ve got. “You just have to beat them back until they get tired of it and leave. They will, eventually.” Though this year it was far worse than normal.
Worth a shot regardless though, wasn’t it?
So he sends the cow back out there, watching it momentarily before he turns to look back at Oliver with a quick glance. “I’m moving to Torchline, by the way.” A segue to explain why he wasn’t around as often anymore. A plan and a life to be lived among the sands and the beaches, the only place he’d ever wanted.
Worth a shot regardless though, wasn’t it?
So he sends the cow back out there, watching it momentarily before he turns to look back at Oliver with a quick glance. “I’m moving to Torchline, by the way.” A segue to explain why he wasn’t around as often anymore. A plan and a life to be lived among the sands and the beaches, the only place he’d ever wanted.
SUNJATA
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.
