The garden is an area of pride for Aleera. Of course they have vegetables to sustain the still human entralled, and also to sell. But this part of the garden is merely dedicated to beauty. She sits on a stone bench that had survived the war in the south merely enjoying the night. "Ah, I see you are early. That is a good habit to get into." Finally she looks at him. "Tell me Dagger, how long have you been a child of the night? And what was your sire's name? Sirelings should not be created at the drop of a whim. It is against our laws. As i mentioned you should have been destroyed." He could still be destroyed if he didn't learn to control the blood gift anyway. With her head Aleera issues to the bench across the path from hers. She folds her hands sweetly in her lap, waiting for his answers.