That is Not Dead Which Can Eternal Lie

"Angry? Never never." Ludo sounded younger, almost - whether it was because they were in its woods, or outside of the Hollowed Ground, or simply because he had been reunited with Mort, it was difficult to say. But the deity appeared perched on the branch that Jigano had placed the white owl upon, a curl of fabric plucking it up so Ludo could ooooo with delight. It turned the offering this way and that, swinging long legs from the branch, before the little owl slipped away and disappeared into the folds of its rags - an obvious sign that it had been accepted. "Hello, sweetling," it said, hopping from the tree to drift down and sit before the fox, its blank mask somehow exuding contentment today. "I am perfectly alright. It has simply been an effort, is all, to deliver three centuries of souls to the place where they can be at peace with Mort." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own