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Ludo shrugged, as much as rags could do so. "Perhaps. If there is something you are meant to be doing, it is not at the behest of any of the Old Gods," it assured him, drifting slowly to sit among the other offerings, the little mechanical bird flapping about it of its own accord. A highwayman, though... Ludo tilted its mask this way and that as if considering Adam.
"A thief of riches," it murmured. "Opportunistic. I may have something for you to steal, should you think yourself up to the task. It is deep in the Ruins, though, and guarded by something quite horrible." If Adam wasn't mistaken, he might swear Ludo sounded amused.
"A thief of riches," it murmured. "Opportunistic. I may have something for you to steal, should you think yourself up to the task. It is deep in the Ruins, though, and guarded by something quite horrible." If Adam wasn't mistaken, he might swear Ludo sounded amused.
