It would actually not be hard to miss at all. It's all the way across the city, in one of the many nondescript buildings built out over the water on stilts in the northeastern quarter. There's no sign on the building, no sign anywhere else along the way to point him in the right direction, nothing at all that would so much as indicate that there is an oracle.

But now that he means to go there Blai will find himself taking a direct route and fetching up at the door of a building containing a statute with glowing domes that might be eyes and a lot of candles.

"Greetings, visitor," it says. "You are a surprise at a time when surprises may bring unhoped-for salvation or unprecedented destruction. Two who have exited the rift must soon enter it for the first time. Try not to have been going to block their path backward."

"I... am not accustomed to interpreting prophecy and don't know quite what to make of that, Oracle."

The oracle does not seem to consider that its problem.

"Could you perhaps tell me what rift you have in mind?"

Perhaps it could but it does not.

"Or who the people you want to send through the rift are?"

The oracle does not deign to be clear and helpful in this way.

"Could you at least repeat what you already said, so I can write it down?"

...Yeah, okay. Once.

Scribble scribble. "Thank you. Is there... anything else." If there's nothing else he has to go back to trying to preach.

The oracle would not dream of keeping him from his preaching.

FINE.

Back he trudges into the city. If nothing attracts his attention he will go back to the bar in case anyone was terribly curious about what the oracle would say or is able to shed light on it.

The bartender makes a habit of asking questions of people who seem like they would be put at ease by infodumping.

'At ease' isn't the word but it is somewhat soothing to have a direct prompt he can evaluate instead of having to make up an itinerary for himself. He relates what the oracle said.

This is of tremendous interest to the floating person and the KGs and actually kind of a lot of the people in this bar now, but mostly they're just listening very intently and ceasing to make any noise themselves.

"No pressure, huh?" the bartender chirps.

"If it were sufficiently high pressure that it gave me an idea of who exactly wanted me to do what exactly it would be preferable."

The bartender sighs sympathetically. "You could ask Onin, the soothsayer in the bazaar. She might not know either but she answers questions."

"The oracle notably did not answer questions. Though it did consent to repeat itself when I asked so that I could be sure of writing its exact words."

"Aw, that's more helpful than it usually is."

"- I suppose that's encouraging in some respects. Where in the bazaar will I find the soothsayer?"

"She has a tent."

Time to go look in the bazaar for a tent.

The bazaar is mosty composed of square open areas surrounded by businesses, with small openings on each side of each square, making it easy to get lost in. One of these areas has a very out-of-place camping tent set up right there in the street.

You can't really... knock... at a tent... he is stymied by this for a couple seconds before he says, "Soothsayer?"

Something colorful flies out of the tent and does a lap around Blai. The entity has feathery wings, soft mammalian lips, and a prehensile tail. "Do not stand there outside blocking the road," he says in a foreign accent. "Come inside. I am Pecker, Onin's interpreter."