Finding the Balance

Giving the claymore a little more inspection before surging away with its scythe tucked under a rag, Ludo turned to face Roana. "Ideas are nothing until someone does something about them," it pointed out, though it seemed satisfied that, for now at least, they had come to an agreement. Bobbing its masked head in a nod, it drifted back and away into the trees. "Go, then. And do just that. Return here when you think you have done enough, and can forge the path ahead." Without further ado, and feeling very chuffed indeed with all of its presents, Ludo fluttered off and was gone. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own