ludo
At Adam's question about the horn, Ludo regarded him blankly, as if the Accepted had just stumbled upon a very deep and very dark secret. The mask's eyes did not narrow, of course, but Adam might swear that they did. "How did you know?" Ludo whispered, ominious and quiet... but before that could be explored any further, the ex-highwayman had agreed to the deal and spat on his hand (? whatever) and that was that.
Ludo reached out with a flicker of fabric to pat Adam upon the head, before capturing the flapping bird and letting it disappear into the folds of its rags. "Yes, sweetling. Indeed we do."
With nary a time for a goodbye, Ludo was gone.
Ludo reached out with a flicker of fabric to pat Adam upon the head, before capturing the flapping bird and letting it disappear into the folds of its rags. "Yes, sweetling. Indeed we do."
With nary a time for a goodbye, Ludo was gone.
