Come again?

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own Ludo knew not the strange words that the not-dead man spoke, but it understood the bow well enough, drifting back so that Are did not knock into it or end up falling into the void of its rags. Everybody does," it drawled, almost, as Are professed to want a favour. Surging up and around the Glade as if to follow the concentric circles in some kind of game, Ludo heard the man's request out before pausing directly in front of him once more. The porcelain mask stared down at him, hard. "Indeed. And what is the name? And please do not tell me that you do not know, sweetling. For you cannot wish to find meaning in something cannot even remember."