I travel from farm to farm in search of the Gilded Husk. In these foreign fields I read the omens hidden in fresh ears of corn. After the years harvest I must travel back to the Temple of High Stalks but first brave its defensive field the dreaded Maize Maze. It is here where lowly disciples such as my self report whispers snatched by ears of corn to the sage kernels. For only our sage kernels can truly reap produce from the rambling cacophony in a million ears then still remain sane.