That is Not Dead Which Can Eternal Lie

Ludo's mask looked smug, if such a thing could be true, even as Jigano shot a wounded glance up at it. "For this lantern?" It hummed a ponderous note of consideration. "I would need one of the branches from a Wicker Woman... some of the downy feathers from the Spark Bird, and goldfish scales." The mask bobbed in a nod. "That should suffice." In the meantime, it looked as though Isuma had gotten herself really quite trapped, Ludo's laughter almost that of a child. With a flicker of fabric the stuff she'd caught her talons within would become smoke, if but a moment, freeing her from the deity. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own