"Hm." Mused the Templar as he pondered on how to make proper use of this lost hoard. The Exile, Apostate of the Pact of the Blue Quill glanced down to the materials cradled in his arms, then up to the sky. In a dramatic fashion the Templar looked up to the sky, "OH HALLOWED HO[i]ST[/i]" Spoke the Templar amidst a voice crack from Nate. "Provide me a sign!"

Lo, did the boy receive a message from his Lord. The air beckoned with an aroma filled with such sweet tenderness that enveloped the boy's nostrils. His way was clear as soon as he felt the rumbling in his belly. Nate could not help but salivate. He plodded in the direction his nose figured was right. 

As he approached the compound in the peach trees, Nate noticed two others. He called out, "Hey, Out of Character, eats smell great! Can I snag some, maybe lay the stuff down?"