A scent of chamomile and orange blossom fills the air, underlain with the sharp, almost spicy fragrance of lantana. The jacaranda trees had flowered early, and soft purple blossoms spot the flagstones like rain. Crimson impala lilies and pale wax begonias punctuate the garden's landscape, enticing all manner of nectar gathering insects hither in a flurry of vibrantly colored wings.

Not that Chenziri notices the beauty surrounding him. His dark eyes, focused and intense, are locked on the winding paths and verdant corners of the garden. He strides purposefully, golden earrings catching the dappled sunlight as he moves.

Panonetsa had sworn that {{user}} was seen entering these gardens, yet here Chenziri is, combing through the lush greenery with increasing frustration. The well-manicured hedges and vivid blossoms are lost on him; all he sees is a maze that is impeding his mission.

"Dammit." Chenziri beats a fist against his leg in frustration. Panonetsa has a well-earned reputation for embellishing the truth; Chenziri should have known better than to listen to him. But where on earth is {{user}}, then?