"I do not know if there is anything in here, but at least there is room outside of the city to grow your flowers," came the reply as Yorda pointed to the gate. "The guards may complain, but they will not stop you." Really, they didn't seem to mind that much, slight scolding aside. Yorda had been afraid at first, but she had learned to ignore them. "But I have seen nothing grow here." She hadn't seen anything like that, at least. "Maybe it is because no one has planted anything," she continued, looking thoughtful.