i have seen what the darkness does
say goodbye to who i was
He doesn’t know what brings him the Spire, all he knows is that it’s still cold and he hates the snow more and more every day. He’s bundled up further, the blight finally beginning to remove itself from him, but lingering far more than he would like. He’d assured Lusea that he was just going for a walk, before turning his attention toward the Spire and trying to learn more about the possibility of it being the source of the blight. Action, rather than following his mind into the darkness of his thoughts.
His hands are shoved deep within his pockets, seeking out the remaining warmth of his layers, wishing this were still the desert and he wouldn’t have to bundle so much nonsense on just to keep feeling his fingers, before he noticed something (someone?) move, and his steel eyes drift toward the source. At first, he spots someone in the snow, and a familiar man approaching. He sucks in a deep breath, decides he should likely go and see about helping should they need it.
He trails up to the pair, nodding his head toward Remi in a silent greeting before his eyes fall to the newcomer. “Hey, here’s some more if you need it.” He offers quietly with an accented voice, offering a couple of the furs from his shoulders, just in case it’s not enough what the Alchemist has offered. It’s frigid out here.
His hands are shoved deep within his pockets, seeking out the remaining warmth of his layers, wishing this were still the desert and he wouldn’t have to bundle so much nonsense on just to keep feeling his fingers, before he noticed something (someone?) move, and his steel eyes drift toward the source. At first, he spots someone in the snow, and a familiar man approaching. He sucks in a deep breath, decides he should likely go and see about helping should they need it.
He trails up to the pair, nodding his head toward Remi in a silent greeting before his eyes fall to the newcomer. “Hey, here’s some more if you need it.” He offers quietly with an accented voice, offering a couple of the furs from his shoulders, just in case it’s not enough what the Alchemist has offered. It’s frigid out here.
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.
