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 Ludo watched with a tilted head as the mortal before him withered and shrank to nothing - quite the opposite of what he had expected from coming here. Still, a rag snaked out to accept the offering, waving a knife about childishly, in a way that suggested it had no idea what it was doing. "You make little sense, Jorseval," it said without looking directly at him - for of course it knew the name that was written upon his soul. "You are a man of conviction, who knows not what he wants - who wishes nothing more than for direction. Is that correct?" Lowering the knife, it shrugged its shoulders about his offering. "These are fine."