Safrin
"The items that Ludo makes...they leave a fade." Crinkling her nose in disgust, a similar remark might be said of Safrin, only the items she created glowed. "To find an item made by Ludo, we need only a few things...sap from a wicker woman. It is ever so fond of those stupid trees." Safrin rolls her eyes, thinking Ludo's continued use of hallucinogenic sap terribly pedestrian. "Next a cloth dragged through the ash of the Climb, but not burned. Take it and place it in the coldest place you can find. Finally, use it to cover shards of a broken mirror. Leave them out in the darkness for a week in a shallow grave."
Pausing, she tilts her head slowly to see if the Flood has any questions. She has other things on her mind of course, but for now this takes priority.
Pausing, she tilts her head slowly to see if the Flood has any questions. She has other things on her mind of course, but for now this takes priority.
