Lucien took a deep breath, before opening up the gate to a small, walled garden. It looked like it had been allowed to essentially run wild; the stone pathways had grass growing up in between the stones, the red, yellow, and orange flowers that dominated the coloring papered every surface in their bright colors. The trees were tall, and overflowing with leaves and vines that had grown up and wound everywhere. A stone bench was growing moss on the bottom, and was surrounded by flowers. He gave a small smile as he looked at it, taking a deep breath of the sweet scent of the flowers. "This was René's garden." he said quietly.