and if you want, i could tell you the truth
that this life takes a toll on you. i spend nights
He’s a bit engrossed in wiping down the bar to notice who enters, but Haai does. A small peep of a howl leaves her throat, claws and talons scrambling along his shoulders as Ingrid approaches the bar, her wings spread as Sunjata’s gaze lifts to the woman. She says nothing other than offering a piece of paper wrapped meat that she announces is from Halo, and despite the uneasy feeling in his gut about it, it’s better than almost all the trade offers he’s gotten today.
Offering her a small hum of a chuckle he nods to her. “Probably the best trade I’ve gotten all night. Tell you what, the rest of the nights drinks are on the house.” He offers her, voice accented thickly before Haai slips from his arm to inspect the trade. A matter of which he moves the griffin to the other side of the bar, slipping the meat away into a small cold storage before grabbing a glass for the woman.
“That, I can certainly do.” Ironically, Lusea’s favorite drink had been nothing close to the sweetness most of the nobles he could remember preferred, but gods the hangover with the added sugar was nightmarish.
He begins to mix the drink for her as she gestures to Haai, questioning if he’s attuned and he nods, beginning to pour the drink together. “Guilty as charged, Safrin blessed.” He responds, smirking lightly as his steel gaze lifts toward Ingrid, sliding over the drink that’s something as close as an Old Fashioned as you can get in the Hollowed Grounds. Sweet but still classy, and with enough of his favorite whiskey to make it work.
“I’m assuming you’re from Halo as well as the trade?”
Offering her a small hum of a chuckle he nods to her. “Probably the best trade I’ve gotten all night. Tell you what, the rest of the nights drinks are on the house.” He offers her, voice accented thickly before Haai slips from his arm to inspect the trade. A matter of which he moves the griffin to the other side of the bar, slipping the meat away into a small cold storage before grabbing a glass for the woman.
“That, I can certainly do.” Ironically, Lusea’s favorite drink had been nothing close to the sweetness most of the nobles he could remember preferred, but gods the hangover with the added sugar was nightmarish.
He begins to mix the drink for her as she gestures to Haai, questioning if he’s attuned and he nods, beginning to pour the drink together. “Guilty as charged, Safrin blessed.” He responds, smirking lightly as his steel gaze lifts toward Ingrid, sliding over the drink that’s something as close as an Old Fashioned as you can get in the Hollowed Grounds. Sweet but still classy, and with enough of his favorite whiskey to make it work.
“I’m assuming you’re from Halo as well as the trade?”
stitching up the loose threads of my soul
so in the morning i'm bullet proof
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.
