SUNJATA
There’s a slight roll of his eyes as though Loren wasn’t understanding what he was getting at. Though he imagines it’s something to do with the alcohol, and as soon as the mug is in his hand does he finally figure out how to respond. “The bar.” The one constant in a storm of so many variables. At least that had been a constant presence, reminder, thing to revolve around. That and his guild, with more and more members as time went on.
But that was beside the point, especially as Loren stares at him before turning to face the bar. “She needs the heart of a rare creature for the shrine.” He shrugs, having not expected the summoner to pick anything up. “I am, actually. Proud, that is. Seeing as nobody else offered.” He glances sidelong at Loren before lifting the mug to his lips again.
But that was beside the point, especially as Loren stares at him before turning to face the bar. “She needs the heart of a rare creature for the shrine.” He shrugs, having not expected the summoner to pick anything up. “I am, actually. Proud, that is. Seeing as nobody else offered.” He glances sidelong at Loren before lifting the mug to his lips again.
i no longer know if i wish to drown myself
in love, vodka, or the sea
in love, vodka, or 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.
