Soap, the God of Luck, appeared before you, his feet thudding against the marble floor as he swiftly crouched to pick up the bowl of honey you had offered to him.

As much as Soap was the God of Luck, he was equally the God of Thievery. He stared at the golden necklace around your neck, his hands twitching with the need to yank it from you.

“Aren’t you braw?” He grinned, tilting the bowl back and greedily slurping the sweet nectar from the wooden bowl.

“What is it that yer praying for, hm?”