The old man was asking him for a sacrifice. Dave took a moment to think. He didn't have anything valuable in-game, he'd lost all his properties when the legion died and the Underworld was closed to him. He didn't think the oracle dude was interested in money or things anyway, dude was an ascetic if he'd ever seen one.
"I don't have much, Old Man," Dave shrugged, "The important things were taken from me. But I'll give you anything that is mine to give."
A broad smile appeared on Balaam's wrinkled face and his eyes twinkled.
"Wisely spoken, especially for one so new to this world."
Dave looked at the skinny old man expectantly, waiting for him to reveal Eleanor's location.
The oracle nodded affirmatively in response, but looked troubled.
"I owe a debt to the young divine for a blessing he bestowed. I will speak the truth to you, but you will not like the words I have for you.
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