ludo
She only offered him a sharp grin at his protests, especially when he culminated his speech asking if she had his father in there. It was difficult not to rise to the bait, but Adam did not seem to be a nut worth cracking with memories. With a defeated sigh, Aena waved a hand and seemed to dissolve before him, shrouded in a halo of rags which rose and bobbed and hovered above the shrine. The porcelain mask Ludo wore still held the cigarette (somehow).
"Very well, sweetling," it said. "You asked to speak with Ludo, and Ludo is here. What now?" The mask tilted slowly, and the tone suggested that the answer had better be interesting. Outlanders - they were not currently in the god's good books.
"Very well, sweetling," it said. "You asked to speak with Ludo, and Ludo is here. What now?" The mask tilted slowly, and the tone suggested that the answer had better be interesting. Outlanders - they were not currently in the god's good books.
