"It is gold."
"Gold, is it? Are you sure its because you like this color, or because the voices in your head said so?" You blink and stare in consternation and confusion.
"What do you mean, Oracle?"
"The destiny of you and your descendants and ancestors is reigned by whimsical choices of the many voices inside you, rilling you up with uncertainity. Can you not hear them now? Turn your head and see the truth."
For a brief moment, you can see that King Amet is looking at you.
Then you look back at the Oracle, confused.
"Not sure what you mean, Oracle. Nobody's here but me and you." She shakes her head.
"No matter. What you need to do is to free the enemies of the Fai, the Piedgordas. These people of earth and rock have no flesh to consume or no wombs to impregnate, and they hate the Fai with passion, for once they were their servants. They sleep, sleep deeply because the Fly has perched on their Calling Stone and mutes its song. Travel to the Silvery Mountains, for the westernmost peak has the entrance to the cave where the Piedgordas slumber. Inside, find the Stone and swat the Fly off it, so that the Song might be heard by the slumbering ones once again." This gets a little bit too esoteric and mystical to you.
Suddenly you realize that the scent of the brazier smoke is strangely reminiscent to some weeds used by certain, eccentric nobles to 'entertain' themselves.
A) "I'm not sure I've understood everything, but I shall do as you ask."
B) "I will send someone to do what you ask me to, no need to endanger myself."
C) "This is madness, induced by your smoke! I need no such insane counsel."