Choices

Ludo tutted as Jigano called Isla by name, waggling a casual finger in his direction, as if to correct his mistake. Not that it really minded either way - perhaps it was in a playful mood after all. Leaning down to pay Isuma well deserved fuss and leaving the little apple lantern to glow about the shrine, not-Isla scritched at feathers and fur, cooing happily at the little gryphlet. "Worried? About Ascended? Save your energy, bard. By the look of it, you will need it more and more as Deepfrost grows near." Ah yes, because Ludo could see the blight worming around beneath Jigano's skin - could see the blackness in his veins and the exhaustion in his face. Tilting Isla's head, Ludo let out a long sigh and straightened up from Isuma. "Abandoned and Ascended. You want to strengthen the Old Gods but spend the majority of your focus on the Voice, her underlings, and those unblessed by the gods themselves." It shook its head. "Your actions speak more for supporting the Voice by caring for her bright ones. Faith, shrines, offering and prayer. All hard graft. There is no magic word to boost the power of a god." Not that Ludo had encountered anyway. LUDO she's still here if you believe it hard enough