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The end result of the Oracle's pandering had been prompted by the rat’s bringing of a morals of food to it. After declining, it had recognized that it could provide "sustenance!" to the people as well. 

Unfortunately, it could not do so consistently for two reasons.

One was that, of course, what it produced was random, and as the results of that randomness got lower, the risk of the food actually being actively harmful became more and more likely. Obviously a two was a no go, or at least it was after the kobold got food poisoning after eating the dubious food. But was five ok? A seven? Was it worth checking when there was perfectly decent mass produced bread around? Probably not. The triple layered, octagonal wedding cake produced when it rolled eight ones? Obviously a trap despite the Oracle insisting that because 8 was holy this minimum possible roll was actually really good.

The other issue was that the Oracle was trapped in a perpetual war against the dungeon itself in its attempts to adjust the shape of the dungeon core’s room into an octagon, one that produced alternating bouts of rage and despondency. The Oracle could often be found raging at the dungeon for its lack of piety, or, inversely, floating upside down like a dead fish in a defeated morose, bemoaning its abandonment by Fate.

Suffice to say the rambling triad that anyone who interrupted these mood swings would be subjected too was likely not worth a roll of the Oracle’s dice.

It was also safe to say that it did not get a lot of mining work done during all this, but it did do a lot of rubble clearing by accident as waste rock was repeatedly devoured by the core room, leaving the rest of the dungeon relatively free of earthen detritus.

Before rats got back with their report, it had gotten so furious at its failure as to fly into an actual fit of rage, blasting scorching rays across the core room walls as if to punish them for their refusal to be expanded. 

Then, all at once, the ranting and raving that had accompanied this had stopped, along with the scorching.

A few moments later, and the scorching began again, along with a pleasant humming. If anyone came to check in on it they would find that the Oracle had begun to, instead of trying to build up the walls, carve into them. Slowly but surely, it began the task of covering the walls and floor of the room with octagonal patterns that were ever so pleasing to its eye, and thus, it believed, also pleasing to the eyes of their god. 

It also filled some of these shapes with diagrams of their misadventures so far, with Schnupfen dropping a rock on a child’s head sitting pride of place among them. Said scene had been embellished a bit to also show the kobold skewering said child through the heart at the same time. Plus the spectre's pictographic representation was 90% 👃, but still, the deed had been memorialized nonetheless.