You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
Adam took the smoke back after the smallest second of hesitation. There was a chance it was some kind of trick, but given his limited resource of recreational substances nowadays, he wasn't going to turn it down. Besides, as Ludo expressed it's real desires he grinned, pulled something out from his bag.
He held out a small wooden bird. While it was not well carved it had been painted with care, a blue glaze and a small yellow beak, a dot for an eye. It had been a gift he had once stolen bought for one of Heidi's nieces, but before he could give it to her they had...begun to have their difficulties, and he had never had the chance. "Y'might like this, then. Look."
Adam twisted a small knob coming from the middle of the bird and once he let go, it's wooden wings slowly flapped, creating the illusion of flight. It was hardly magic, but it was a sweet toy and he passed it up to Ludo.
The revelation that he wasn't dead surprised him less than it should have (he was a bit sick of shock, by now, had begun to take everything with a sort of numb acceptance). He sat back and frowned, looked up at the rags and mask before him. "Then..what am I? Why am I here?"
Adam
It didn't.
