Mob turned his focus and re-read it a second time with such intent that he didn't even realize that Reigen had drifted outside.

"Um, Master?" he called out, setting the scroll down. When he didn't get a reply, Mob's feet carried him out into the courtyard after him.

"Oh, a garden." Or at least it used to be. Now it probably couldn't be called that. It'd take a lot of work to get it back into the state Mob was sure it was in a century before.