That is Not Dead Which Can Eternal Lie

"Come now, sweetling. Do not deflate over such a thing. A guild exists to dispatch monsters. Some of those monsters may have once been men, twisted beyond natural rhyme or reason. That does not mean you cannot attempt to collect what might yet be there." For truthfully Ludo did not know. Did those monsters still have souls that might yet be guided into Mort's careful embrace? It was intriguing, certainly. A fluffy nose pressed against its hand, Ludo resuming its fuss with renewed vigour, relaxed and utterly content in the glade. "Be careful with wishes here," it cautioned quietly. "One never knows what power the woods may hold." Pausing, it considered something for a moment, before tilting its mask down towards Jigano. "Did you know that the Fae bury their dead here? They bury them with lanterns, that they might find their way to me, and to Mort." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own