fire and iron and scales

Ludo Ludo listened, its mask craning here and there to try and get a better look at the quiver she produced the arrows from. It seemed to be calculating something, deciding, and a low hum left it. "I can alter your quiver that it might provide you access to both. But I would need to take it from you for a time." Waggling one of its rags at her, it seemed to ask if that was acceptable. "The quiver would be split. One half of the arrows stored will be imbued with fire. The rest with electricity." As with everything, though, there was a price. "What I would need from you in exchange is very small, very simple." It seemed to smile. "Just a memory that you don't want any more."