Hopes and Fears

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own No answer at first. It had been some time since Ludo had been permitted to do its work within the Hollowed Grounds and the Greatwood, and whilst he had struck a deal with the daughter of death only recently, it was understandable that some things required a personal touch. Some things like this. The lantern, full up with souls from LongNight, positively beamed with Ludo’s presence as it arrived; a blanket of darkness and a moon-white mask which seemed to hold a glow all of its own against the bleak skies. “Ah, soul shepherd,” it marvelled, drifting down and around both Jigano and the lantern. “You have done very, very well, sweetling.”