Rodney takes the chainmail, and clubs stuffing them in his handy haversack. Then he sorted the coins into four piles of 750 each. "No kitty cat, we will split the treasure equally. I'll hold on to the non-liquid loot until we find a place to sell it." He slides the pile of gold into his bag then slides the kitty her pile of coins. "But you can have all these, pretty kitty." The oracle starts to scratch behind her ears.