SuNjATA
the flood
He remains leaning against the bar, steel gaze flitting over Quanil’s face for the reaction of the wine. And so far so good, he thinks, the briefest ghosting of a smile along his face before he dips his head in agreement. “Crisp.” A quiet rumble. “From the Greatwood, if I remember right.” He’d been sure to try and figure out how to get some of the fruits there since he’d met Tarasha so long ago.
But his head tilts a bit more as he focuses on them, and the amount of sir’s that have been given, a wide toothy smile given. “Sunjata’s fine. No need for sirs.” He hadn’t been called Sir since his previous world, and something about hearing it gives him a variety of thoughts he’d rather not have in this instance. “Speaking of rooms, are you looking for one to stay in for a bit?” There’s an avian tilt of his head to that, the briefest hint of navy feathers sprouting along his neck.
But his head tilts a bit more as he focuses on them, and the amount of sir’s that have been given, a wide toothy smile given. “Sunjata’s fine. No need for sirs.” He hadn’t been called Sir since his previous world, and something about hearing it gives him a variety of thoughts he’d rather not have in this instance. “Speaking of rooms, are you looking for one to stay in for a bit?” There’s an avian tilt of his head to that, the briefest hint of navy feathers sprouting along his neck.
ain't no rest for the wicked
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.
