my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?
There’s a moment of searching through the Grounds for the items he needs, depositing them at the VlamVloed before he takes the trek back to King’s End. Part of the search has included trying to pinpoint where the Overseer has gone, trying to figure out where he might find Isla when she isn’t in the Infirmary or at her home.
Rumor has it they’ve spotted her heading to the Ruins. So that’s where the Flood goes, ducking below the hanging beams of some of the debris, scouting for any sign of Isla. Off in the distance he can hear some shuffling, something that has him drawing closer. “Isla? You here?” He calls out, his accented voice reverberating off the walls when he comes face to face with a surprisingly attractive body guard of sorts keeping watch over something. “You’re not Isla.” He remarks curiously, squinting at the Prince.
Rumor has it they’ve spotted her heading to the Ruins. So that’s where the Flood goes, ducking below the hanging beams of some of the debris, scouting for any sign of Isla. Off in the distance he can hear some shuffling, something that has him drawing closer. “Isla? You here?” He calls out, his accented voice reverberating off the walls when he comes face to face with a surprisingly attractive body guard of sorts keeping watch over something. “You’re not Isla.” He remarks curiously, squinting at the Prince.
we die alone, we'll all die young
what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?
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.
