Curiosity killed the cat...

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "Yes," Ludo agreed, though it did not sound as if it was talking about the LongNight in particular. "It was terrible." Jigano would follow the youth door to door. And it got colder and colder, later and later, and still no kind soul would brave the dark enough to open up. Finally, the youth gave up. God and bard would trail after them, snaking down streets and lanes until finally turning into a skinny, pitch black alleyway. Only supernatural sight would allow them to watch as the youth found a small, snug area between two barrels, hunkering down there. Fingers and toes were already frightfully white. The snow fell, hard and silent, and Ludo would not urge them any further. It was perhaps for hours that Jigano stood, watching the youth try and fail to warm hands that were quickly losing feeling, quickly turning black - until eventually the air failed to cloud with their breath. "The sun did not rise for another three days," Ludo said.