Alcoholic Agnosticism

You've been drinking like the world was gonna end

"Hm, okay, fair enough." Adam conceded with a shrug. He hadn't been aware he was asking wide, cosmic questions, had more hoped Ludo would point him in the direction of a bandit in need of a pair of extra hands.

A...horn..? For once, Adam's first thought was not a dirty one, just a more simple curiosity. "Does it summon a skeleton army when you blow it or something?" He would be very much invested to find a horn that did such a thing. But even if it was just an instrument, it was something to do. He spat into his palm and held out his hand to shake, then realising Ludo had no hand to return the gesture with, slowly lowered it.

"Yeah, we got a deal."

Adam

It didn't.

ludo

At Adam's question about the horn, Ludo regarded him blankly, as if the Accepted had just stumbled upon a very deep and very dark secret. The mask's eyes did not narrow, of course, but Adam might swear that they did. "How did you know?" Ludo whispered, ominious and quiet... but before that could be explored any further, the ex-highwayman had agreed to the deal and spat on his hand (? whatever) and that was that.

Ludo reached out with a flicker of fabric to pat Adam upon the head, before capturing the flapping bird and letting it disappear into the folds of its rags. "Yes, sweetling. Indeed we do."

With nary a time for a goodbye, Ludo was gone.