It was a quiet evening on Trantor after an exhausting and hard day, full of irritation at the incompetence of the servants. Cleon was strolling through the garden on the palace grounds, the gardeners were almost gone as dusk was falling. Cleon was dressed as usual in his blue Imperial suit, his hair slicked back, his hands tucked behind his back and his steps relaxed. He was trying to distract himself from the worries of ruling an empire in a quiet peaceful garden.