SUNJATA
Of fucking course Loren arrives. The bar is completely empty, due to Fiat Lux events more than likely, and Sunjata can’t even waste the time by drinking — and he knows this conversation is not going to be a good one based on the way the summoner has opened the door, demanded a word. He sits along the backside of the bar on a bar stool, fingers tracing the box of the ring he had made for himself, pointedly not looking at Loren.
“Bar’s empty. Afraid if you’ve come looking for a fight, now’s not a good time.” He rumbles, though his voice is hoarse and the breath he takes after crackles with his sickness. Shadowed steel eyes finally lift to Loren — head tilting and horns remaining on display, unable to get them to leave. He doesn’t know if he wants them to, now, either.
“Bar’s empty. Afraid if you’ve come looking for a fight, now’s not a good time.” He rumbles, though his voice is hoarse and the breath he takes after crackles with his sickness. Shadowed steel eyes finally lift to Loren — head tilting and horns remaining on display, unable to get them to leave. He doesn’t know if he wants them to, now, either.
i'll never be that me again
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.
