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Ludo would not clarify for Remi, the deity shaking its head softly as if to show the mortal before it that the answer was so pitifully simple that it needed no such explanation. It was what it was what it was. Still, it was drawn from its (undoubtedly) judgemental thoughts to regard Remi in full at hearing that he apparently did not want anything in return for a foolhardy and dangerous task. Made a change, Ludo supposed.
Remi had had his chance to make up for it, by finding the mask he had lost. But then Ludo had found it all by itself, and that had caused a whole host of new problems. "Your words mean little," it told the alchemist. "Show me through your actions, and perhaps we shall have more to say to each other after LongNight."
Remi had had his chance to make up for it, by finding the mask he had lost. But then Ludo had found it all by itself, and that had caused a whole host of new problems. "Your words mean little," it told the alchemist. "Show me through your actions, and perhaps we shall have more to say to each other after LongNight."
