SuNJATA
the flood
A quiet chuckle leaves him at her thoughts, a slight dip of his head in agreement. “There’s always something to bring a person back.” He jests, smile crossing to something akin to a smirk before his gaze lingers on her once more – talking about the talking squirrels of the labyrinth, of the maze that constantly changes, to lose your mind and get lost within it. “Ack, Ursurs.” He rumbles, feigning a shiver down his spine.
But he regards her carefully, considering her whether she could be trusted to tell the inner workings of a guild that caters toward the less than favorable things. And she seems as though she’d do well with it – given by the mischievous grin that crosses her face. The mention of the alcohol, however, causes a deep hum of a chuckle to leave him. “Ah, much better than piss I can assure you.” He offers, opening an arm to gesture back toward the domiciles.
“Drinks for you today are on the house.” He teases, turning toward her and flashing her a wink over his shoulder toward her, stepping toward where his bar is. It’s not too far of a trek, but far enough to get toward the shelter of the houses surrounding the street, the people bustling out and about to try and capture the sun through the alleys.
But he regards her carefully, considering her whether she could be trusted to tell the inner workings of a guild that caters toward the less than favorable things. And she seems as though she’d do well with it – given by the mischievous grin that crosses her face. The mention of the alcohol, however, causes a deep hum of a chuckle to leave him. “Ah, much better than piss I can assure you.” He offers, opening an arm to gesture back toward the domiciles.
“Drinks for you today are on the house.” He teases, turning toward her and flashing her a wink over his shoulder toward her, stepping toward where his bar is. It’s not too far of a trek, but far enough to get toward the shelter of the houses surrounding the street, the people bustling out and about to try and capture the sun through the alleys.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
