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 Ludo twiddles its rags and shrugs it shoulders beneath the blankets; clearly it does not share the Sword's predilection for broodiness. Indeed, it has already forgotten about Jigano and what the Sage has or has not taken with him on his wanderings. Communication devices though? That it can do. "Of course," it says, burrowing further into the rags, its porcelain mask seeming more washed out out in the snow and ice. "It would only work between two. I would require a wishbone, intact, from a creature you have killed by your own hand. I'll also need the claw from an Ursur. And the antlers from a luxere." Ludo tilts its masked head to Deimos. "Do you think you can manage that?"