SuNjATA
the flood
“Might get robbed though.” Sunjata rumbles a bit halfway, shoulder rising and falling in a shrug – the one that wasn’t bruised on the collarbone at least – and then he focuses on the path once more before sighing a plume of smoke. “See the thing is that I’m the Arbiter. I can get you a bed for free.” Gods, what was it with Korbin and grating on his nerves? He couldn’t tell, but the option was laid out. If Korbin wanted to remain laying sprawled out in the sand, bruised and with a split lip, who was Sunjata to deny it?
Still, it was his job to ensure that people stayed safe within Torchline. So he has to ask, has to ensure that Korbin realizes what he’s doing.
But when it seems like it won’t go anywhere, he turns on his heel again and takes a drag from the smoke, glancing over his shoulder toward Korbin. “I’m going home. Come along if you want a room, if not… Well, good luck.” A shrug granted once more with it because honestly he yet again doesn’t care. But he makes sure to pull his strides toward the alley that walks by the Inn, just to ensure if Korbin does follow, that he’d at least uphold his side of the offer.
Still, it was his job to ensure that people stayed safe within Torchline. So he has to ask, has to ensure that Korbin realizes what he’s doing.
But when it seems like it won’t go anywhere, he turns on his heel again and takes a drag from the smoke, glancing over his shoulder toward Korbin. “I’m going home. Come along if you want a room, if not… Well, good luck.” A shrug granted once more with it because honestly he yet again doesn’t care. But he makes sure to pull his strides toward the alley that walks by the Inn, just to ensure if Korbin does follow, that he’d at least uphold his side of the offer.
get a load of this trainwreck
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.
