LUDO
The night draws on, dizzying in its splendour, the dancefloor awhirl with many talented(?) Ludos, whilst other representations of the herald eat, drink and make merry. (Very merry in some cases out in the woods, and Ludo isn't sure that's in the spirit of what it represents, but whatever - it was probably pretty scary, if someone happened upon it unexpectedly). Regardless, the evening is alive with mischief and trickery and drahmah in abundance - so much so that, naturally, another masked and raggedy addition is hardly noticeable. Some might catch a glimpse of a barefoot, masked youth whose feet are too dark to be merely dirty, or hear the giggle of a child's laughter as something brushes past their legs and hips. It's fine though - probably just another party-goer, right?
And they wouldn't be incorrect, but it isn't just any attendee - it's the host.
Only when the night starts to wind down will people notice, perhaps, that they are missing things from their pockets. Unless, of course, they have prepared for such a thing happening. How odd.
Ludo has pickpocketed all those still in attendance! (This does not count if you have already left the ME. No official items - i.e. those listed in profiles - have been taken, this is just for flavour so have fun with it!)
