Constynce frowned and nodded slowly. How many years had passed since the uncle had been seen by anyone? It was a difficult task, indeed. "A resemblance is better than nothing though," she tried to encourage.

"Ah, here we are. The garden is back this way, so we can set the pots there." She led the way to an expansive garden with a large variety of plants. Setting the pots down, she wiped the dust off her hands with a sigh. "Thank you for your help. The chief is not much further."

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