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I'd gotten an idea recently: born more outta being utterly self reliant and distrusting a lot of folk than anything else. An' there are a lot of people out there with fancy gadgets. I want one of my own. Well, two really, but I ain't dumb enough to push my luck. There's really only one obvious choice for this request, and I have to admit I don't know much about Ludo. Other than, y'know, everyday life an' schoolin' an' shit. My family just never was the prayin' an worship type. Accepted as far back as we can remember. Ordinary folk. So this Temple... it feels strange. Stiff. Far too formal for the likes'a me, a simple bartender. But if not now, when? I'm thirty-one - what the fuck else am I waiting for?
I bring Hoa, an' a little finger trap sleeve some kid dropped during LongNight. He's wrapped around my shoulders, white and yellow to my brown and black. Standing awkwardly before the altar, I take a deep breath and look up. "Ludo? I was wondering if you could help me with somethin'."
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