SUNJATA
“Apparently it was the only thing I cared about.” He shrugs. “It’s open right now, running along fine.” His gaze slips toward Loren with a small smirk. “And honestly, when is it a bad time to check out the other bars?” A knowing glance is sent toward the summoner before he settles in and takes a sip from his mug once more.
At the mention of Safrin not being his god, Sunjata chuckles quietly to that. “Oh, we know she’s not your goddess.” The way he says it is almost amusing, as though the thought of Loren following Safrin was anything but amusing. No, Frey had been his god, and Sunjata would much prefer to stay as far away from Frey as possible.
At the mention of Safrin not being his god, Sunjata chuckles quietly to that. “Oh, we know she’s not your goddess.” The way he says it is almost amusing, as though the thought of Loren following Safrin was anything but amusing. No, Frey had been his god, and Sunjata would much prefer to stay as far away from Frey as possible.
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.
