Robbie doesn't know exactly how he's supposed to do a prayer for the fourth god, and he's not about to look stupid by asking. But, he has something in mind when he walks into the arcade at midday, entering his own room and setting up.

The young troll unshouldered his guitar and sat it down, withdrawing a candle and a small book of matches from his pocket. He sat up in one corner, lighting the candle and resting on his knees. Almost as if someone was watching, the teen clasped his hands nervously and squeezed his eyes shut.

"...This feels stupid." A deep breath.

"Anyway, I'm kind of freaking out here. With the whole... new year thing. I'm not used to this place. I don't belong here. Could you just... help me relax a little? Some peace of mind or something?"

Another uncomfortable pause.

"I'm gonna do this right."

"Uh... Fourth God
my guardian dear,
To whom God's love
commits me here,
Ever this day,
be at my side,
To light and guard,
Rule and guide.
Amen."

He sat back, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.

"It's the only one I really remember that would work here."

Robbie leaned forward to blow out the candle, feeling more than a little foolish but hoping it would help, at least a little.