It's spare and humble.  A small cookpot sits over a fire, and a few books sit on a shelf.  A candle sits in the middle of a table where there are a few plates and silverware set out in preparation for people to eat.
Servant's Quarters, Inside Palace
gods
servant
I come from the lower class. I do what I am told without question. I can not read. I have not seen my family in a long time.
A message? For who? For you, you will be with child! Well this got awkward very quick...how is that even possible? The magic of the gods! Well you can clearly see that I am a man....can't you? Yes, and that is not a problem for the gods!  Behold, you are now carrying twins! How will they exit my body? Now I am worried. Well . . . it will be out your butt I'm afraid.  It will be both messy and unpleasant, with a long and painful recovery afterwards.  The second twin will be the worst. But certainly the baby's have no where inside me in which to grow, or a method to receive nutrients....are you really a god? Is that you Jerry trying to play a trick on me again just because I'm of low class? Well, as gods we can alter your inner biology to accomodate such things.  Also we cause plagues, earthquakes, and lightning to come forth from the sky - but this you don't believe? Well I am very skeptical to say the least. Well *BOOM* I just hit Jerry with a bolt of lightning, feel better?