Curiosity killed the cat...

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "It is a legacy that few have known. And it is one that no one will ever believe, should you tell them." Ludo sounded amused, as though the sincerity in the Outlander's words were coming through from somewhere far away. Somewhere it had forgotten, and could not be touched by. However, as the bard was replaced by the white fox, the owner of the voice within appeared without; Ludo drifted down, a mass of rags and a blank, bone-white mask. "Perhaps that would be nice," it agreed, reaching out a tendril of fabric which flicked and turned - and suddenly a small hand with black fingers emerged, plunging gently into the ruff of fur around the fox's neck and scritching at one fluffy, pointed ear. "Your dreams are quite boring," it said, offhand. "You may have them back. I prefer this anyway."