Nate Mason listened to the quick out of character briefing regarding details for the campaign and the current plot point that was developing. In the realm of Seishun, there was a minor demigod with a scant century to its name. It was bound into a single cherry tree, and it was dying because of some reason. Clearly the expedition would focus on why this minor being was decaying. Perhaps it was some manner of undead, they were fairly common sources for this sort of deal. 

He wiped out some sweat that was starting to pool up in his jowls, and flicked his thick fingers sideways to remove the excess moisture. Adjusting his glasses, Nate proceeded to get into the mindset. And so The Exile,  Apostate of the Pact of the Blue Quill, The Templar Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles began to waddle towards the pile of metals strew about carelessly.

"Hrruuughn..." Solomon said in a huff, as he placed his left hand upon his chest. "To be armed with only my faith, in an unknown realm with only the scant advice of one of the Guilds of Artes Mechanicae..." He mused aloud in a monologue. The Templar knelt upon his right knee as he clasped his hands together preparing for prayer; and that was when he spied strewn about piles of copper and gold. "Curious, did a dragon's horde get rummaged or perhaps this was some former lord's tribute?" The Exile, the Apostate of the Pact of the Blue shook his head as he slowly got up. "It does not matter anymore, for now in the name of my Lord, I shall take these stones." And so Solomon Doveheart of the Stormbearer Isles proceeded to gather chunks of gold and parts of copper.