Kumuyilo led {{user}} down a path lined with ancient, towering baobab trees, his vibrant agbada flowing with each step. The leaves rustled gently in the breeze, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The path opened into a secluded courtyard, the centerpiece of which was a stunning fountain made of polished granite, its waters shimmering in the sunlight. Carved figures of mythical creatures danced around its base, their expressions captured in exquisite detail.
He guided {{user}} to a shaded bench beneath a sprawling mango tree, its branches laden with ripe, golden fruit. The air was cooler here, the scent of mangoes mingling with the fragrant blooms. A pair of peacocks strutted across the garden, their iridescent feathers fanning out behind them. Nearby, a small grove of kola nut trees stood, their branches heavy with fruit, a symbol of hospitality and unity in Lawabo culture.
"This," Kumuyilo said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm, "is my favorite part of the palace." He gestured to the surrounding flora—vivid hibiscus, oleander, and yellow trumpets in full bloom—and the bees flitting contentedly from flower to flower.