Geod's favor: Luck

You told him that you thought your luck was among your greatest talents. Be it avoiding trouble, stumbling into fortune, or whatever blessing Geod sees fit to bestow you, you'd live a very lucky life, as if smiled upon by the maker Himself. In fact, you considered being born in such a time of history as yet another evidence of your good luck.

The commander raised his eyebrow skeptically. "Certainly you are not saying that just because you survived training and now find yourself waiting to fulfill the prophecy with these maidens… you think your luck is fit to call a talent? Young fool, that is the fortune of every bloody squire, not yours alone!"

You told him it was more than that. There were things that defied explanation, everything from winning a shop lottery on multiple occasions, to one standout case where you'd diverted your hike just before a demon channeler's meteor leveled the hill you were meant to take. You ought to be dead, by all logic, but random coincidence had preserved you. There was no explanation for it but Geod's grace!

The man seemed, for just a moment, to actually roll his eyes. "You are Geod-damned lucky, aren't you? To have made it through this training while counting 'luck' among your talents is truly a miracle among miracles. It's not too late for your luck to run out on the battlefield, though. Never presume to understand all of the whims of our lord."