The Garden was massive, like many other things in the Estate. The ground was covered by a soft and uniform carpet of grass that flattened under pressure but sprang back up once the pressure was gone in a show of resilience. Multiple types of flowers were planted and released their scents in a wonderful mixture that would have you immersed and completely convinced that nature was wonderful.
Caius had memories of spending time here five years ago. It used to be his mother's favorite part of the Estate. She tended most of the flowers here herself.
The garden looked about the same as it did all those years ago but, there was one thing Caius quickly noted was different; The rack of practice weapons placed off to the side.
Standing close to the rack was Lucian Von Helsing. He was dressed in a uniform that was only a tad bit less formal than what he usually had on and he had a practice sword in hand, looking it over.
"Master Caius, My Lord," Orland said with a bow.
