goodnight, you moonlight ladies

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Ludo's lantern? The alchemist replied, a pulse of fear brightly coating the words. Beneath the raven the manticore shifted uncomfortably. Once...I saw a lantern like that. Following it led to.. Breathing and other bodily functions shouldn't have interrupted mental speech, and yet as the manticore gulped down a ball of worry in his throat, so too did his thoughts come to an abrupt halt. ..it led to death. To memories I would rather not have relived. To Ludo trying to trick me to giving up my soul. Whether Rory's lantern was the same, the alchemist could not say. All he knew is that he'd not follow that light for anything.

The whipcrack of anger in the bard's voice was a surprise, but perhaps it shouldn't have been. The alchemist took no offense, merely sending a pulse of wry agreement. At least there will be more room in the rathskeller...or the manor, if we all stay there. The alchemist chuckled darkly.

I know for Ronin, Aoife always seems to snap him out of his worst moments. Perhaps..perhaps we can find some sort of token for you all to carry, or that we might carry, to bring you back when we need to. What those totems would be though, the alchemist had no idea. Much as he'd like to think it was simply what they loved the most, they couldn't really know that with any real accuracy. Not with trial and likely considerable amounts of error.