little did I know

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own With the pinwheel still spinning freely, the teeth cease their clacking - in all but one of the skulls, anyway. This one still speaks with Ludo's voice, the movement of its bleached jaw a pantomime of speech. "And you expect me to know what you are doing?" The jaw drops open for a few seconds, agape in a hilarious display of shock, before clapping shut once more. "You are a child of Dygra now. What use do you have for Ludo?" Were there billowing rags or a porcelain mask, they might have danced and twisted before Maea. Unfortunately though, at this shrine, there is just the skull and the sand. "If you do not know what to do with yourself, sweetling, I do not have the faintest idea. If you long so much for death, though, that I can provide."