LUDO
Still trying to balance the scroll, letting it bonk from one tendril of fabric to another, Ludo finally sequesters it away into the folds of the void beneath its rags, settling before Hester as if they are two children conspiring. "Protection against the unknown," it repeats, sounding utterly enthralled. "I think... I can maybe help you. You're a bard, right?" The mask seems to grin."Bards don't do very much fighting. But they play a lot of music," It taps its fabric against the ground, like it's making the beat of a drum. "What do you play? Lots of different things? Or just...?" It looks around at her, like it's trying to spot her instrument.
