LUDO
Ludo’s masked face cocks to one side, the little doll shaking about in its grip, and it seems to smile as though it has heard something. ”She does,” it confirms, tucking away the offering before moving its attention back to the stammering Abandoned. For a moment it is as though the god stares straight through Abasi, as if he is being dissected and examined, body and soul.”You assist those who would cross into Mort’s realm,” it confirmed. ”A celebrant of death in whichever custom it may take.” It nodded. ”Honourable work. Keep a lantern lit outside your door - it will bring good luck.”
