Come again?

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own Ludo watched, blank in the face of emotion, still against the tide of Are's grief and joy as they warred for dominance within the mortal. It merely waited, certain that it might return the memories that Are sought, but wondering what price he would be willing to pay. And then he said it, said that word that made the god's wounds sing, that made it lift and bob and scatter asunder. Anything. Oh, but if only more of them could offer anything. Ludo's mask would appear to smile; small at first, but soon wider, ghoulishly so. "Done. I will call upon you one day. When asked, you will not refuse. Now close your eyes, and think her name."