The garden is walled, but there are no gates at the entrances. As Najwa approaches it, she sees a few trees sheltering flower gardens and stone walkways. The garden is not big, but surpisingly peaceful amist the bustle of the city around it. Inside, a small old woman, halfling or gnome, it's hard to tell, is kneeling beside the path, staring at something on the ground. A tiny boy stands beside her, solemn.