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"Pssssssst. Sweetlings. Over here!" Little hands, blackened with frostbite, beckon those who are aligned with death over to a brightly burning bonfire in the middle of the twilight gardens. Ludo warms its fingers and wiggles its toes, taking the form of a dark haired youth, though all those who are close to it will not be so surprised at this appearance. It still wears the rags, though, and its porcelain mask hangs over the back of its neck like a hood. Humming tunelessly, it appears nonplussed at the summon, like it's been waiting around for them for some time. And maybe it has been. You don't know. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own