LUDO
A rag swoops up to clap across the mouth of the porcelain mask, as if Anju has playfully offended Ludo by refusing to reveal the painting in the puzzle. "Very well, sweetling. We shall work hard to reveal it," it says, bobbing its head and snagging another piece to snap it into place with its brothers. Then the Dragoon begins to speak, and the god is here to listen to the echoes of her words, the way they ring like a death knoll around the Celestine."You are a child of the cliffs, and your concern is well placed," Ludo says after a beat or two of silence after she finishes her tale. "You are not the first to think about those souls, sweetling. Indeed, Mort's daughter herself had thought of trying to free them. She resides in the Greatwood, where my own chosen has been stationed. Would you wish to involve yourself in the efforts?"
