Anju
Though it's not the answer she sought, Anju can't help but chuckle, unable to not be lighthearted around their favored herald. Perhaps the advice lies within the childish enthusiasm anyway. Something to over-analyze while staring up at the ceiling in bed tonight. "You're welcome, I'm glad you like it," she snorts, glad to have discovered something the little mask-menace prefers.
"Can you help me make my bow stronger, then?" Removing it from her back, she presents it loosely to Ludo. It had been Lizbeth's, and she hopes to honor the young woman's sacrifice by utilizing the weapon more frequently despite her own preference for swords. "And then I'll bring you more taffy when I come back. Maybe from my new shop." Quite the sweet deal.
"Can you help me make my bow stronger, then?" Removing it from her back, she presents it loosely to Ludo. It had been Lizbeth's, and she hopes to honor the young woman's sacrifice by utilizing the weapon more frequently despite her own preference for swords. "And then I'll bring you more taffy when I come back. Maybe from my new shop." Quite the sweet deal.
I didn’t mean to be this kind of creature
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
