I spent ten whole days in Jerusalem

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own Silent and still as the grave, Ludo heard the mortal out. Its mask would appear to look... befuddled, almost, as though it was trying to understand what was being asked of it, and eventually it shook its head from side to side. "You would have it easy," it remarked. "Rather than to discover your own purpose, you would have me give it to you?" The mask tilted to the side, a little too far to be considered natural, before bobbing back. "I will not. Pray to Vi, to Rae, if you insist on wanting such a purpose. But Mort wishes only for you to live the life you were given to the full." Ironic, perhaps? But nonetheless true.