Not for His Sake

"I have no doubt." The goddess replied soothingly with a nod. Her lips quirked slightly at the mention of Ludo, not surprised at all that the third of their trio was the least known to the populace, despite being already intimately acquainted with a few of them. "Ludo is..." Safrin trailed off, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of affection and annoyance as she tried to put into words how to describe the raggedy-andy of their group. "Ludo falls under Mort. It deals with dreams...perhaps you have seen some of its trickery before. The Festival of Lights is dedicated to it, in a way. It can be far more dangerous than Frey, but at least it does so with some semblance of what you might think of as honour. A truthful trickster for the most part, is Ludo." Noticing the blush but not commenting on it, Safrin nodded with a small smile. "A good place to be. Already luxere have gathered outside of his family's cottage. You should go and settle in as soon as you can. The hours leading up to LongNight can be quite treacherous." Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted