a whisper of ghosts

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own Ludo's laughter is an exaggerated mwa ha ha ha overhead, the deity disappearing into the woods and seemingly waiting for Remi to give up his search. When the alchemist finally does slip away into the Will-o-Wisps, it pads through the foliage on black toes, grinning at the glowing orbs which come to flood around its shoulders and head like a crown. "Mm, I suppose that is correct," it says with a shrug. There is likely a reason that its woods reside within the larger Greatwood. Remi, of course, does not need to speak the words for Ludo to know why he has come to seek him out, and it strolls now back towards the shrine. "You're going to be a very lonely man if you continue down this path," it informs him bluntly. "Far be it for me to stop you. But if you wish for an item to speak with those back at Torchline, I am sure there is something we could arrange."