Grab your fears and hold on tight

Ludo "That is what I said," Ludo confirms, as if Tal might be a bit deaf, and its mask tilts as if it's about to reach out and go digging in his ears to confirm. Luckily for the courier, Boreal provides a mighty fine distraction, and its rags go flailing about the dragon instead of focusing in on the Accepted. With a shrug - as if it has given it much thought, and Tal is lucky it doesn't adjust the perimeters to stab yourself thrice, honestly - Ludo considers. "Hard enough to draw blood," it decides. "And it has to be a stab, not a poke or a slice or a chop. How else will you understand how good the poison is?" How indeed, Tal.