turning into something caustic

SUNJATA

i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring

He listens to Ronin’s comment about pirates and mermaids, nodding in some hint of understanding now why the girl might have asked the question. But the wink from the guildmaster has a surprising deep hum of laughter leaving his throat to that. “Ah, but see, you should remember that I am your merman friend.” He offers a wink back to Ronin before settling to finish the food before them, glancing to Seren with a raised brow to see how she takes that.

But the time has come when the bowls are returned and the storm begins to move in, and Ronin’s offer rings in his mind as much as Seren’s challenge. His gaze lifts toward Ronin with a tilt of his head. “Got a way to get there faster?” He asks, wondering if the hunter has a way to speed things up with his demi-god prowess. He shifts to his panther form then, to either guide the way or sprint alongside – anyway to get closer to the house and closer to the cover of the storm, closer to the alcohol. Either way, he sets off the path, prepared to run faster or simply guide.

so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me