Hollowing souls, blood on the breeze

Safrin It was here somewhere, she knew it. At least Frey had the decency to be rather upfront with its games. It only took a few weeks to have gossip of what Frey had done, who they had cursed and what prices need to be payed, to reach Safrin's ears. But Ludo? Oh no. That information she'd had to listen for herself. A mask to see the outside? Just what was it playing at, giving them that sort of hope? And so, with a rather amused smile on her lips, Safrin hung a lantern as exquisite as anything one might see during the Festival of Lights, though real stars and galaxies hummed into existence within her lantern. That ought to get its attention.