A tall Corellian strolls into the garden and looks about idly. Carrying a guitar with a strap hanging on his back, he wanders over to a nearby fountain, off to one side and beneath the scattered sun and shade of a overhanging tree. He settles himself down and begins to tune the instrument. He is more taken with his surroundings and doesn't seem to notice the people milling about much. Skeezix wanders into the garden, his eyes tracing the western horizon quietly, a datapad held in his right hand. Gabrielle lilts her head to one side, her gaze sweeping over the boy "How old are you?"