Silver glinted from a certain angle due to the setting sun, catching any searcher's eye exactly as intended. Three metal studs in a triangular pattern were twisted into the bark of an ancient oak, according to his description of his efforts.
When I get close, I see this did match the sketched diagram in the hunter's journal. The points were not equidistant, but instead were in a sort of geometry that Helene's memories tell me this world calls 'scalene'. Without the journal's guidance, I would have walked right past it.
At the minimum, I would have never thought that I must climb this tree for any particular reason should I have happened to be passing by it. Even if I'd looked up in the air, there are no other signs - and you can't see the container they hid.
> Clever enough. <
