After he'd finished the meal and washed off his plate, it didn't take long for Zach to get bored. The last few weeks had been a constant string of making, executing and reajusting plans, and though he had occasionally found it tiresome, he missed it now that it was gone. He might be where he wanted to be, but his mark wasn't. He supposed he could try to read, but he didn't feel like putting up with the itch that handling some of the religious texts would bring. Besides, he was trying to play illiterate and it was far too risky to start moving books around. 

Eventually he scrounged around for some paper and pencils, before making himself comfortable in the garden. The weather hadn't turned yet, and the priest had truely cultivated a wonderful collection of flowers. It wasn't long before he was absorbed in his drawing, tracing the outlines of intricate little flowers in crisp lines, petal by petal. If pressed, he would have to admit that it wasn't a very demonic type of hobby, but he'd always enjoyed it. It was in his nature to appreciate beauty, after all, and putting what he saw on paper grounded him. He was so absorbed that he didn't even notice the shadows lengthening, or the light getting dimmer in the evening.