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"Ah, ya want Ludo's help, do ya, lad?"
If Saiden turns to face the voice, he will see a gruff and weathered older man glaring at him, wearing what might generously be referred to as a kilt and very little else. The man's skin has taken on the leathery quality one only gets when they've spent their life being sunburnt again and again and again, and his eyes glow a wicked shade of gold not unlike the reflection of the sun on the sea. He scoffs at Saiden, giving the cook a critical once-over. "Gotta do better'n rub some feet if ya want a god's attention."
If Saiden turns to face the voice, he will see a gruff and weathered older man glaring at him, wearing what might generously be referred to as a kilt and very little else. The man's skin has taken on the leathery quality one only gets when they've spent their life being sunburnt again and again and again, and his eyes glow a wicked shade of gold not unlike the reflection of the sun on the sea. He scoffs at Saiden, giving the cook a critical once-over. "Gotta do better'n rub some feet if ya want a god's attention."
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