The King's garden was right outside his roal court. From the painted windows, Sylvestra could see everything. She watched as the chef's slave, Uhl, arrived in the room and knelt, no doubt announcing the chef's "divine meals". The only thing larger than the chef's ego was his belly, many servants used to say... Sylvestra felt sorry for the boy... As the tender of gardens, Sylvestra didn't exactly have anyone to answer to but the King himself, which meant there was no abusive superior to come and whip her whenever he wishes, like the chef or the slave traders would to most other elves. In that regard, Sylvestra was lucky. The elf-servants around the castle often came to her for guidance and help. She had become a supportive figure in the castle grounds for the other elves, but Uhl had never come to her before. Perhaps he was too proud? Too angry?

Sighing, Sylvestra ventured down the grounds until she stopped at the servant's entrance, where Uhl would most likely exit once his announcing of the meal was done. She waited for him there. Maybe they would speak...