A Song in the Silence

Unused to being thanked, Ludo merely tickled at Jigano's ear with the ribbon of fabric, before surging back to writhe quietly amongst the shadows of the shrine. Jigano might swear that there was somehow an expression of amusement on the blank face of the mask as he chewed over his options. Because of course Ludo could sense his unease and his struggle to choose, and found it very entertaining indeed. Rory, though? The mask tilted slowly - it hadn't considered that the bard would choose someone so freely aligned to the Old Gods. Someone to whom Ludo had already gifted a lantern. "Yes. Yes it does, indeed." Ludo said instantly, and only the flutter of its rags would give away the unexpectedly wondrous nature of Jigano's price. Full access to the bard's dreams, to stay away from someone it had never tormented to begin with? Certainly. The mask would draw in close to Jigano, and its whisper was nothing short of malicious as it spoke. "For the record," it said, "I would have done it for something as small as to pet you as a fox." Trilling with laughter, it would swathe Jigano in a whirlwind of suffocating fabric... And then Ludo was gone. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own