leave my ashes to the wind

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own Ludo gazes down upon Gideon like he is some benevolent servant - and he is, truly. A Priest is always a welcome sight at a shrine, regardless of the god who visits. It doesn’t sigh, but its rags billow around the statue of Mort as if it has. ”I do not,” it confesses. ”Such things are a well kept secret, and I have been warned against such meddling more than once.” Wiggling a tendril of fabric at Gideon, it seems to shine with an idea. ”Mayhaps I could make you a device to search them out. It will not be easy - you will certainly need a sample of Ascended fluid, to create such an object. But for the devout and for those with such ambitions... I have faith that you will do whatever is necessary.” Its mask tilts to the side. ”What say you, Priest?”