Jaren took a deep breath as he approached the gardens. Taking in the myriad of scents, the earthy scents of scrub and hedge, the delicate sweet smells of the small blooms so carefully planted and tended. The sounds of gently flowing and falling water from the fountains. His shoulders slumped just a bit as he exhaled, the tensions of the day starting to leave his body. He kept his hands behind his back the whole time, paying no attention to the Ritter Hex who stood guard over him, who hopefully were being none too obtrusive as he requested. His pace was slow and measured, giving him time to inspect the work of the groundskeepers who tended this garden, pausing from time to time as he looked upon an intricate design or twisting of flower and vine.