Come again?

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own Once upon a time Ludo would have eagerly played with the easy target presented to it. What fun it might have been, to mislead and misdirect, to turn Are about and upside down until he knew not what was real and what was fiction? Even now the trickster lived within the soul guide, awaiting a time when it might be provoked or bored enough to take up arms against the innocent. But now was not that time. Are was lucky. The symbols which danced and cut upon his psyche would emerge, as if carved into the porcelain of Ludo's mask, the deity seeming to breathe with the memory of it - of her. It twirled lazily in the air, before drifting to settle once more above the stones. "Signe," it said. "You were bonded in marriage. The memories you hold are difficult to recover. What would you offer, to retrieve them?"