on the ashes of the dreams they burned

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "You may, sweetling. But did it have to be here?" It is a peculiar thing to hear a god sound grumpy, but Ludo manages it nonetheless. When it appears before the General it appears to be wearing more rags than usual, the deity a black, plump thing against the Sea of Glass. Indeed, if Deimos looks closely he might even see some knitted scarves among the black fabric. Ludo doesn't do cold, evidently "Was there anything wrong with the shrine in the Citadel? OoOoOo--" Obviously, it's cut off by the sight of the trinkets he's brought, swooping down to begin to play. Its porcelain mask can barely be seen over the pile of scarves, but it's evident that it is pleased with the offering. "What you want, big man?"