“Guess I could call Grandma. Oh, but I don’t have a phone.”

“Oh, I know! I’ll pray.” He stops in the middle of the road and pulls out his satchel. He starts by drawing in the dirt, then sticks incense into the dirt and light it. He claps his hands together and prays. “Pleaaaaase help me find a way to get money or food! Oh holy trio!”

“E-Eh? What is that amazing smell?”

“I guess it’s as good as any time to set up camp. The woods are so big. It’s like we’ve been walking for days, Spoink.” He stops at a small opening, taking off his backpack and starts unfurling his sleeping bag. “We really need to invest in a tent.”

“Right…gotta set up the ritual before bed. Maybe I’ll be blessed again tonight?”

“Oh holy trio! Uxie, Azelf, Mesprit, I humbly offer my thanks for another safe day. I’ll leave my offering upon the makeshift alter. And uh…perhaps maybe you could give me a clue as to where I’m suppose to travel next?”

Who’s grandpa got let out of the retirement home?

“The least Grandma could of packed me was a tinderbox..” Rubbing two sticks together.

“I’m not tired yet but it’s getting really late. Wonder if there’s a campground somewhere?”

“Before that though…gotta do my daily prayer.”

“The holy trio, I pray to thee…”

“Weird spaceman looking guy.”