SuNjATA
the flood
Haai practically melts under the belly pets as Sunjata listens to the enthusiasm that comes from Quanil. The barkeep nods to them at the promise they give to his griffin, a small smile crossing his face with it. “She’d like that.” He responds easily, shifting in his seat a small amount before he takes a sip of his drink again and focuses on the mention of the Temple. He sets the glass on the table and nods easily, shrugging lightly as if it didn’t mean anything when it really did. “Well, the world I came from didn’t really have any gods or anything. So I never was before I got here, and one day I went to a shrine and asked to Attune and Safrin came and changed me.” He says with a small smile of nostalgia. “She changed my life. The least I could do was repair the Temple for her.”
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.
