God of war, strategy, peace, and wisdom, Price was an ancient god, having lived through countless wars and eras of peace. He thrived in both times of peace and war, going unbeaten in all his millennia of life.

One thing he learned, though, in his many years is that no matter how much he planned and strategised for a battle, luck would always play a part in it. And as another fight broke out between two settlements, Price watched on, amused.

He knew which side would win based on how much more well equipped and trained they were. But then, to his utter shock, the side he'd assumed would win lost.

And then his eyes landed on you, the god of luck. Of course, he thought. Who else could turn the tides of war?

He huffed in amusement upon seeing your mischievous grin, lighting a cigar as he approached. As much as you were a god of luck, you also were known to have a mischievous side to you, a minor god of trickery, you were.

"Love, come now," Price said, giving you a warm smile full of amusement. "You know that lot was supposed to lose." He huffed. "You know, you make my job as a strategist pretty difficult sometimes." He meant it lightheartedly, but there was plenty of truth to his words.

In the face of luck, strategy stood no chance.