If Fox didn't know any better he would have sworn that his presence had inspired something sour in the other men, given their sudden reactions. But he notices - thank goodness - the way their gazes spear over his shoulder towards others gathered in the proceedings, and the Ancient does his best not to follow their lead. It's none of his business, and unless a banshee or some other monstrous creature has decided to interrupt the festival, it will stay that way. "I hope Ludo can help you both find peace," he says instead with a brief nod, before making himself scarce to watch events unfold however they were going to. He's never heard of the deity choosing more than one lantern, but... well, there's a first time for everything. fox |
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
