Samuel
Sam really hadn't been expecting a yes, as was clear on his face. Frowning he looked around the bar, at the patrons, many of whom surely worked at the port 'importing' goods from other places. "..R...really? That...s..ssseems like it'll be v-very hard." Nearly impossible, in fact, if the smuggling was as tied into Torchline's society as he'd heard.
And it even seemed like Sunjata had already met some resistance, as evidenced by the scar on his stomach; Sam's eyes widened and he leaned forward to look: with his own blood replaced by fluid and his wounds quick-healing and painless, there was something fascinating about real human gore. Doing his best not to stare, he looked at Sunjata skeptically. "...It ...seems like y-you survive f...for long, if th..that hap-happens again."
And it even seemed like Sunjata had already met some resistance, as evidenced by the scar on his stomach; Sam's eyes widened and he leaned forward to look: with his own blood replaced by fluid and his wounds quick-healing and painless, there was something fascinating about real human gore. Doing his best not to stare, he looked at Sunjata skeptically. "...It ...seems like y-you survive f...for long, if th..that hap-happens again."
Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes
as your brain forces you to breathe
Base Code by Sky!
