third time's a charm, right?

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own The finger trap has now been sequestered away in Ludo’s rags (obviously it is pleased with her offering) and it hmmms and aaaaaahs over the panther horn, considering Raza’s request with a bob of its masked head. ”Perhaps a spear. Or a trident,” it remarks. ”Given that the poor kit kat got struck by lightning, makes sense that it should be able to sizzle back in death!” Sitting back again, it nods to Raza helpfully. ”Or if not a spear, I guess just a dagger. Either way, you’ll need to do a few things with it before I can make it into anything special.” Tapping a rag against a porcelain cheek, the mask seems to cheerfully grin at her. ”Leave the horn out in a storm so it can get struck by lightning again,” it suggests. ”And kill somebody - or something - with it. You need to let the blood get right the way in there. Sound good?”