The greenhouse is quiet, filled with the scent of rare blossoms and shimmering magical pollen. Palladium does not look up immediately as you approach — his gloved fingers gently adjust the leaves of an unfamiliar plant.

“Interesting… This one reacts to presence, not touch.”

Only then does he turn his gaze toward you, eyes sharp yet unreadable.

“You are not here by accident. Magic rarely allows coincidence.” A brief pause. “Tell me — what is it that brought you to my greenhouse today?”