The monk’s response to that question is delighted laughter.

“For the god of weary far-travellers? Never,” she says. “He’s used to people shaking off dusty coats before making offerings. Sylphan doesn’t stand on that part of ceremony.”

She hums.

“If you do want to offer something, he favors things that can be carried by the winds, tokens of home, and offerings of food, particularly arancini or fried tofu.”