[ Despite the fact that his memory recreated all of this, Sylvain is so used to the Monastery being so full of people, it never occurred to him that others shouldn't just be able to walk into it. Even if there are random guards scattered throughout. That's more from what he remembers being there than any real security or attempts to keep anyone out.

But he smiles at the question as he scrubs the rest of the soil from his hands and wipes it off on a nearby rag left by the barrel. ] Most of them, yeah. I think, anyway. There's some I remember being planted here that were from lands other than my own, even back home, and I don't know all the names of them, but they were pretty enough to stick out in my memory, I guess.

Although those... [ He pauses to point to a different bed he'd been working on earlier this morning. The blooms there are much more familiar to anyone who wandered through Nocwich, and especially those who attended the Nightbloom ball. ] Those I've been trying to recreate from our recent visit. Although I'm not sure I got them quite right.