Hopes and Fears

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own Ludo flickered a touch at the mention of Isla, like it was about to transform into the memory that sprung so willingly to the forefront of Jigano's mind. But with such grave conversation, it really was just a flicker, the ragged god maintaining its shape for now. "Bring also the item you wish to be your protection. Your shield, an amulet, a piece of armour. Whatever you might think adequate." Anything would do, for what Ludo had in mind. "Anything else...? Bring an item that belongs to someone dear to you. Or something from them - hair, blood, you know." Its mask tilted this way and that. "That, I think, would be everything."