((Thought I would add a god to add to the god argument!))
Defteroi was walking around. Mortals. He liked mortals. He really did. His golden jaw looked to the side. Then the other way. After a while of doing this, he spotted a building, probably an inn. He walked towards it.
The gods where common knowledge now, he thought. They won't be shocked, he thought. He opened the door, almost breaking it in the progress, while a dirt golem formed outside and closed the door for him.
"Um... I'll have a... ale?"
He didn't normally do this sort of thing. He looked around, with most of the people staring at him, almost frozen. It was clear that he was no normal person. He was made of gold, and that's a clue.