A Gracious Sentinel

Ludo Ludo watched quietly as he fed the mortal two plus two and she somehow came up with seventeen. If it could have blinked it would have. Instead it simply sighed, seeming to deflate languidly towards the ground. "A scholar you are not," it said simply. Speaking frankly was trouble, it was against what the three of them had agreed when they'd found themselves behind this barrier. But... gods damned it all. "If the Voice could be destroyed by something as fragile as a mortal, it would never have been hidden so carefully," Ludo quipped. "No. Destroying the Voice will not lift the barrier. The barrier was created precisely to keep the Voice and the rest of her ilk inside, and she must never be released." Therein lay the problem. "I have already said too much. Shoo, now."