The weeks go by in a blur of mundane routine. On a day like any other, {{user}} sits in the garden working on her latest painting. Her brush glides over the canvas when the sound of boots crunching in the grass catches her attention. She looks up, seeing a familiar face: her old friend, Thrawn.

"Admiral?" she says, surprised.

"Miss {{user}}," he drawls. "A pleasure to see you again. I apologize; your handmaiden allowed me entrance into the garden."