Come again?

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "How positively pious..." The world around Are would appear to darken but for the glowstones that illuminated the Glade. Given that he had walked the circle to the centre, almost, he would feel the brush of soft fabrics, of Ludo's rags as the deity drifted overhead to hover before him. A mass of knots and scraps of cloth with a blank, porcelain mask for a face, it tilted its head this way and that to examine the coin. Unimpressed, it turned its mask back up to the mortal before it, and somehow seemed to smile. "Ah," it said. "It is you - the already dead man. I've heard all about you."