SUNJATA
Jigano takes him up on the offer, and he nods, slipping through the door and holding it open for the bard to enter. He allows Jigano to make himself comfortable while he slips to the back, changing clothes and wiping away the mud that accumulated to his face and hair. And when he returns, he looks more put together, a clean sleeveless shirt and clean pants, hair wet but brushed back. Yet, there’s still shadows beneath his eyes as he slips behind the bar and grabs a bottle and a glass.
He pours one for himself, steel eyes lifting to Jigano at the question. “There isn’t much of the Rathskeller left, really. And Lusea helped run the bar back home and so we thought we’d put one together here to replace the both of them.” A shrug. “I’ve got water and alcohol so far, I’m afraid I don’t have much else, you're welcome to either.” But he’s willing to let the bard have whichever he’d prefer.
Seems like a water guy though, if he’s being honest.
After pouring himself one, he takes a deep drink of it, setting it back on the counter before stretching his tattooed arms along the top of it as he sighs quietly. “It’s got a long way to go, but it'll get there.” He shrugs, steel eyes drifting back to Jigano.
He pours one for himself, steel eyes lifting to Jigano at the question. “There isn’t much of the Rathskeller left, really. And Lusea helped run the bar back home and so we thought we’d put one together here to replace the both of them.” A shrug. “I’ve got water and alcohol so far, I’m afraid I don’t have much else, you're welcome to either.” But he’s willing to let the bard have whichever he’d prefer.
Seems like a water guy though, if he’s being honest.
After pouring himself one, he takes a deep drink of it, setting it back on the counter before stretching his tattooed arms along the top of it as he sighs quietly. “It’s got a long way to go, but it'll get there.” He shrugs, steel eyes drifting back to Jigano.
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.
