the sound of the setting sun

Ludo Wary? Pfffffffff. Yeah, Ludo appears over Raza's shoulders, on top of Hoa, so it can snuggle right up to them both. One soft slip of rag tickles the snake under the chin, as if Ludo can entice out that forked tongue it likes so much. "You brought Hoaaa..." It's voice is sing-song, and there's no doubt that the deity is in a particularly good mood today. Or maybe it's just that Raza is in a good mood. Soon enough, at least, it notices the dagger, swooping over to it and conjuring it up to hover before it. "Excellent. I like this very much, sweetling. Did we decide? A harpoon, was it?"