Unlit Candles in the Dark

Ludo There is laughter like a child's, and the soul guide appears swathed around the statue that makes up the shrine. "Sweetling, I recall you asking for advice about Longnight previously," it said warmly. "I cannot say that my advice is any different than it has been. Monsters will come, gods will flee. Keep inside, sing to your luxere, collect wayward souls." Its ragged shoulders seem to shrug, as if to wonder what further advice it might offer for the Hollowed Grounds. "Your intentions are pure, soul shepherd. But I cannot do the work for you."