Finding the Balance

"Refill it? But first I must work out what is inside!" Giving the box another little shake, Ludo tucked it away in the void of its rags so it could better listen to Roana - undoubtedly she would find the puzzle box empty on her windowsill one day soon after. "The Grim Reaper," it repeated, puzzled as it waved around the scythe. "Wheat does not have a soul," it said simply, before lowering the toy and accepting it nonetheless. Whilst it seemed to rally at the idea that Roana would finally do what it had been suggesting all this time, Ludo soon grew a few degrees chillier. A mortal suggesting a plan, petitioning all of the gods as though they were part of some meeting for her to call? Perhaps the scythe would have a use after all. "Go on," it said without emotion. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own