What do sock puppets eat? Finger foods!

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "It is less because I like the beach and more because I dislike the cold," Lud-- er, the puppet informs 'Diana', its sock head turning this way and that as if to glance around for anyone listening in. How awful it would be if Torchline knew that it was not Ludo's favourite place, right? "People die everywhere, but it is true that this region does have a lot of fun," it adds, as if to make up for it. Fun for Mort's herald might mean something very different to another deity, though, so Sol ought to take that with a grain of salt. Falling quiet to listen to the young woman and her grave plea to the definite god of sock puppets, the bit of fabric nods along with her, waiting for her to finish before speaking again. "I am afraid you have come to rather the wrong god for that, sweetling," it says. "I kill - don't heal. What about a nice sword?"