He paused, before looking down at the altar. After a moment, he smiled, suddenly no longer the Archdragon, just for a second, but the human he had been, before his adventuring career, the father he was to his children back in his domain. "Whatever you feel is appropriate. And I do not mind if you take liberties with my form, to keep it comfortable for your herd, just... not what it was earlier. That body was impossible, even with magic. Dragon and centaur is fine, dragon, centaur and sex fiend? Not so much. This room will work as it is, though if you feel the urge to improve it, go ahead."<br/><br/>He gently ran his hand over the altar, and when he withdrew it, three of his holy symbols were left on it, two of wood, one of metal and encased in the stone, making the altar impervious to desecration, but not to modification. "When or if one feels the call, these holy symbols will assist in their works. And a simple prayer or request at the altar is all that is needed to get my attention. A group like before is rather loud and should only be used in an emergency."