Swamped

You listen just a little longer, and you realize something. Those aren't human footsteps - or grebling, for that matter. Because of your lack of familiarity with this particular floor, you can't narrow it down much more than that, but you can likely communicate with whatever you're hearing.

You decide to wait, signaling to the priest to stay still. He begrudgingly does.

A few moments later, a beetle roughly the size of a swamp hen marches over to you, and looks up expectantly. This must be another messenger from the gods.

"What is it you want?"

The beetle lifts one of his forelegs and points at the priest beside you.

"I'm not interested in anything one of Qlat's servants has to say," the priest grumbles. "Isn't this something that can be handled between the gods themselves?"

The beetle responds by flinging something at the priest's head.

"I believe Qlat wishes to give Reth a gift, and you're the one receiving it on her behalf," you say, as the priest rubs the spot he was struck in. "The messenger merely responded to your greeting in kind."

And it's already left. But the object it threw is laying on the ground. You take a moment to work out what it is.