I spent ten whole days in Jerusalem

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "Pretty words." Ludo's voice echoes from behind the praying mortal, the deity seeming somehow as large as the forest around them; a porcelain mask bobbing about in a sea of leaves and darkness. "Your life and your service... in exchange for what?" The mask spun and bobbed, and rags stroked across Jorseval 's exposed skin, though Ludo did not seem to move at all. "I hear you, child of the Hollowed Grounds, favoured by the Old Gods. And your time is not up yet. So what is it that you wish for? What is it that you seek?" it asked.