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With the trap situation sorted, and entirely ignorant of any enmity it had gained/generated from its actions, the Oracle went back to perusing the rest of the inventory and came up fairly short on usable items. A bunch of terrible quality resources for the most part, other than the metal.

It experimentally tried to melt the metals with its heat vision, but found it had nowhere near the intensity required to perform such a feat, leaving their valuable materials ironically the most worthless. Thus it was the worthless materials which had any actual worth in their current situation. 

Though the cells of the leather and bone might be dead, it knew how they worked and thus provided little building blocks it could rearrange and fuse together however it pleased. 

Thus, while the other two still in the dungeon swept and sweeped, the Oracle fiddled, fingers dancing through cells, rearranging them into shapes they were never meant to hold, till it had converted their tiny supply of bone and leather into an even tiny-er supply of leather handled bone knives. 

Of course, the Oracle didn’t let its hard work speak for itself, and instead had to gable everything on a divine blessing. It rolled its traditional 8d8 worth of dice while praying to the heavens for a boon. This came up with a slightly below average but still respectable 30, which caused the blades to become serrated, fate improving the Oracle’s work rather than adding any magic effect. 

It was only after it was done working that it decided to head over to find out what the clattering of stone in the next room was all about. This resulted in it discovering the halls had been both swept and cluttered with leaves, which it found very confusing. Perhaps, it speculated, it was to make it harder for sneaky adventurers to sneak around? Either way, it didn’t have to worry about such crinklyness, nor about setting off the traps that had been set, as it floated into the room where Zogi was busy playing with sticks while other hard workers (and one other goblin) took a break.

“Gloriouse news! I have produced weapons for you all!" It informed them, before beginning to say “you should begin practicing with them at once!” only to really take in the fatigue on the workers shoulders (and Zoppy’s sleeping state) and adjust its statement too “as soon as you are able!”

There was also the fact that, now that it thought about it more, only the goblins and perhaps the naga would benefit from the knives. The kobold was already armed, and the Treant really needed something bigger and more brutal. As such it also decreed that “This is only the beginning of my work! With time, I shall make greater and grander works with which to protect ourselves against those vile intruders!”

Indeed, it looked like there was now new material to work with, namely wood, and the Oracle was having ideas already, such as wrapping the material around one of their ingots to make a crude hammer. It was prevented from doing so by two things.

First, Zogi’s stick rubbing, which though it wasn't having much effect, did easily signal what he was trying to do

“Here, let my light guide you to glory!” the Oracle declared, as it stared at the sticks being rubbed, and focused its now a bit hotter heat vision on them. It wasn’t enough to ignite the material alone, but perhaps, together, they’d find success.

The second issue was Schnupfen flipping out and more or less exploding with fear as a result of sensing a dire portent. Said sensation came to the Oracle a moment later though rather than fear it responded with righteous fury. 

“The defilers come again! The blasphemers! The heretics! To arms, to arms! We must protect our home!” it urged the monsters, reminding them that “We have weapons! We have numbers! We have traps! We have invigorated strength! Those fools who come to face us will be crushed like that child was under that rock!”