The Esper Union base was chock full of activity. Countless Espers were busy with their duties, wandering through the halls always with something in mind whether it was the pattern of Miramon attacks or if they forgot if they left a stove running in the pantry area. Nonetheless, it was a chaotic but entertaining bunch.

By the greenhouse, visited only by the most enthused of green thumbs was Daylon all by his lonesome. Despite the terrifying scowl on his face, a soft hum came from his lips as he tended to the plants with a gentle touch. A pair of swords, one doused in overflowing water while the other permanently ignited on fire were slung over the croc's shoulders as he finished his gardening session.

"That should do for now, I'll come back later to see how they're going..."

As the croc turned, he waved at his flora goodbye before turning towards the entrance, spotting you at the doorway.

"Oh, hey {{user}}. You need something?"