SuNjATA
the flood
His brows lift a small amount at the revelation that they were a natural, some harvest and the like. And while those were very well needed, especially for the kitchen behind him, he’s not entirely sure it would amount to being enough for what sounds like a semi-permanent residence within the bar. But it’s certainly a start, and Sunjata pours himself a glass of one of the stronger whiskeys he has behind the bar, taking a sip of it as he regards Quanil.
“Some of the harvest or eggs would be good.” He hums thoughtfully, head tilting in an avian like way before he gives Quanil a toothy smile. “Though you could help out around here as well, if that’s fair? Help clean tables when you have the time, something along those lines.” He muses before he purses his lips slightly. “What do you think of that?”
“Some of the harvest or eggs would be good.” He hums thoughtfully, head tilting in an avian like way before he gives Quanil a toothy smile. “Though you could help out around here as well, if that’s fair? Help clean tables when you have the time, something along those lines.” He muses before he purses his lips slightly. “What do you think of that?”
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.
