SUNJATA
Ah, it’s a surprise for him as he hears the question that she poises to him. An offer to take some spirits off her hands? Probably some of the better news he’s had as of late, and his smile grows a bit brighter at the prospect, letting her approach the bar and finish her explanation. Hands unclasp and settle along the surface of the bar as his fingers idly tap along the top, missing the glimmer in her eyes of pain – one he’s known far too well, far too intimately to be seeking it out with strangers.
So instead he inclines his head to her at the offer. “I’m sorry about the state of the Rathskeller.” He begins, refraining from mentioning how he’d helped Loren burn it down last LongNight. “But we could always use more of… Well, everything you’ve mentioned. What’s the price for them?” He asks with a tilt of his head, something decidedly avian in nature about it, steel eyes scanning her in his curiosity.
What would she have him do in order to take them off her hands?
So instead he inclines his head to her at the offer. “I’m sorry about the state of the Rathskeller.” He begins, refraining from mentioning how he’d helped Loren burn it down last LongNight. “But we could always use more of… Well, everything you’ve mentioned. What’s the price for them?” He asks with a tilt of his head, something decidedly avian in nature about it, steel eyes scanning her in his curiosity.
What would she have him do in order to take them off her hands?
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.
