The masked pilot thanked the butler for his assistance as he left, though he couldn't help but feel a little assistance in finding his way to the center of this ridiculously sized garden would have been appropriate. Sighing, Montresor slipped his hands into his coat pockets and started walking down through the garden in a way that he hoped would allow him to reach Illyria. He did his best to respect and admire the beautiful and exotic plants on the way to meet his friend, though a couple occasions found him glancing around to check the coast was clear before climbing or vaulting over to the next row so he could find his way faster.