[God Quest] I'll bring you further roses, but it does you no good

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own The lion emerged from the marshes, coated in muck and blood... to the sound of slow applause. Excited. It had gotten over-excited, whispering that silly little thing into his ear. If not for that... if not... ah, but what a glorious crescendo it had created. "Bravo, sweetling. Bravo, bravo..." The voice was like honey and sickness, like a song that was ever so slightly off key. It came from the boughs of an overhanging tree, where a humanoid figure sat swinging its legs. It was tall, and skinny probably, covered in ribbons of black and grey fabric that seemed to move and writhe about it of their own accord. Alive, almost, they wreathed it and made it impossible to discern many details. Upon its face it wore a stark, white mask. "Come now. I would speak with the man."