The two moved towards the gardens, both keeping a look out for any sound or movement. Flint allowed Alma to go first, seeing as she knew which way to go, and followed slowly. The air around the home was still and cold, and it sent a chill down his spin. That feeling didn't leave him even as they came upon the small iron doors leading deep into the garden. He watched as Alma fiddled with a lock, before the gate swung open for them.<br/><br/>Looking around the corner, Flint checked for patrols, or servants of any kind that might tip off who ever was following them, and by this point he was fairly certain they were being followed. He held up and hand for Alma to wait before heading in, pulling out another of his patent coin in the next moment. He fiddled with it as he asked; "Are there any guards we should worry about?" Most noble houses had their own militia in Flint's experience, though he wasn't as familiar with Alma's employer.