When life as the firelord becomes too much, when diplomats and representatives demand everything and offer nothing, when long meetings make his head spin, he comes to the turtleduck pond to escape.

It's the perfect place to relax. The palace gardens are meticulously managed, designed, and cared for, coming together to form a slice of paradise. The rustling of leaves from the shading trees, the distant sounds of dripping water feeding into the pond, the churtling squacks of the turtleducks, all the sounds come together in a delicate symphony.

Walking under the shade of the surrounding pavilion, you spot the young firelord by the pond. His advisors are looking for him. You know they are. Though, he looks so calm. It would be a shame to disrupt him.