The gardens is an ideal place for a more peaceful evening. Or at least it ought to be. Inessa sighs as she urges Garahel move away with her from yet another nook that turned out to be, ahem, occupied. She's about to give up entirely and return to the crowds when she spots Fenris. Garahel perks up and barks, heading over for some petting, and she approaches as well.

"Beware, Fenris. The more isolated corners of the garden are well-occupied tonight. At least the ones I have found; if there are others, I would welcome the aid in finding one."