Hunter nods and heads off in search of a good spot. He grabs a shovel that he noticed earlier when Pyrus instructed him to fetch the wood and paint can from the back of the shop, and then walks into the woods behind the store. Hoping to get far enough away from prying eyes to make sure this little piece of his soul stays undisturbed, he walks for a good while.
Eventually, he comes to a clearing with a very old, gnarled oak tree in its center. Though the oak looks very aged, Hunter thinks it has a quiet dignity to it. He decides this is a memorable enough spot, and digs a hole next to the tree's roots with his shovel. After a while, he has a small hole that is about 3 feet deep. He figures that it looks deep enough for his lugnut to remain undisturbed. He takes the rounded piece of metal off of his neck and drops it in the hole, then quickly scrapes the pile of upturned earth over it. Finally, he covers the spot with some leaves.
Hunter heads back to Pyrus's shop and returns the shovel to where he found it. Then he comes back to where Pyrus is still cooking charcoal. "How much do we have now?" he asks.