SUNJATA
There’s a low hum of a chuckle that manages to leave Sunjata as he focuses on Jigano’s words. “I have heard that too.” He notes, accented deeply with a rumble of amusement. No, he’d managed to make it out unscathed with a pretty great experience all things considered. But he’d also never met any of the other gods, and he finds he really doesn’t have much else to offer the bard other than a small nod and a slight notice of the bards discomfort.
So Sunjata, without much of a comment, angles himself downwind enough to keep the smoke from blowing back at the bard, giving him enough space while remaining close enough to look at what he’s doing and question about it. And when Jigano answers, Sunjata’s head tilts slightly. “I haven’t met Ludo.” He admits, a roll of his shoulders at that. “Will it work?” He asks in reference to the other shrines around the area. Would Ludo come to a new shrine, man made and shiny and new in comparison to those that had remained and been revealed?
Korofi had no gods, and Sunjata finds himself thoroughly unaware of how any of this works.
So Sunjata, without much of a comment, angles himself downwind enough to keep the smoke from blowing back at the bard, giving him enough space while remaining close enough to look at what he’s doing and question about it. And when Jigano answers, Sunjata’s head tilts slightly. “I haven’t met Ludo.” He admits, a roll of his shoulders at that. “Will it work?” He asks in reference to the other shrines around the area. Would Ludo come to a new shrine, man made and shiny and new in comparison to those that had remained and been revealed?
Korofi had no gods, and Sunjata finds himself thoroughly unaware of how any of this works.
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.
