LUDO
There were Ludos everywhere - at least that was the impression that the raggedy god wanted to give, and small wisps of fabric would appear to rush through the treeline towards Mort all at once. Eventually they collided with one another, tangling up into a ball before the God of Death and pop!ping into existence properly. Spending time it did not need to adjust the porcelain mask about its face, Ludo gazed up at Mort with a bright smile.
"Hello!" it said. "Did you see the puppet show at Leafchange? I was Safrin!"
