"Of course, the gods accept all forms of worship!" the old priest declared, throwing his arms wide magnanimously. "Follow me, you can deposit your offering in the treasury personally." He led Elea to another room, unlocking the door with an ornate key...<br/><br/>It was a treasure vault worthy of a dragon, filled with a heap of golden coins from previous petitioners to the Oracle, and magical artefacts scattered around as even more extravagant offerings. "We won't be disturbed here," the dirty old cleric promised, and wasted no time pulling aside his robe to expose his scepter and jewels dangling down between his wrinkled wiry legs and knobbly knees. "Now you can kneel and show your devotion!"