Turning to see who so unceremoniously tapped him on the shoulder, Methodios turns with a glare. Seeing that it is a man in Order cloths, his face softens.

But of course... Lead on, my friend... Order sergeants are always welcome by my side.

The garden, perhaps ?

Excuse me, with so many men in the order, I can't exactly place your name and rank...

Waiting for an answer, Methodios leads the man towards the garden.