LUCI
"Put it on? And deny the world my beautiful face? Never." Lucas smirked, though he nodded to show that he understood what the goddess before him was saying. Better still that she was willing to offer so much by way of an explanation about this Ludo thing, as well as the man who had the mask in his possession. Remi. He had heard that name before, on the tongues of those in the Rathskeller downstairs. Quite the rumour mill, it was. That was good - it meant it shouldn't take too long for Lucas to track the pariah down.
If Lucas had been standing he would have gifted the Voice with a charming bow at the mere suggestion of his persuasive nature. "Leave it to me," he murmured. "And thank you, for responding to me. I trust this is the beginning of quite the fortuitous relationship."
If Lucas had been standing he would have gifted the Voice with a charming bow at the mere suggestion of his persuasive nature. "Leave it to me," he murmured. "And thank you, for responding to me. I trust this is the beginning of quite the fortuitous relationship."
