LUDO?
This particular Ludo had decided to get into character properly. So as it made its way to Weaver's door, it flitted from shadow to shadow. Although its mask was expressionless and its rags effectively masked its posture, it somehow gave off the impression of childish mischief. Eventually, it found itself in front of Weaver's house. It stood there for an indeterminate amount of time before it knocked, rags rustling a bit.
Standing to one side so it wasn't immediately visible for anyone opening the door, it lifted a rag-clothed arm and finally rapped its knuckles twice against the wood. "Trick..." it paused for dramatic effect, "or TREAT!" That last word came out in an unexpected, yet playful shout, and it bounced in place impatiently as it waited to find out which one it would get.
Standing to one side so it wasn't immediately visible for anyone opening the door, it lifted a rag-clothed arm and finally rapped its knuckles twice against the wood. "Trick..." it paused for dramatic effect, "or TREAT!" That last word came out in an unexpected, yet playful shout, and it bounced in place impatiently as it waited to find out which one it would get.
It's a me...maybe
