On a stormy night, you hear a sound at the doorway and see that Serguar has made a subtle entrance, surprisingly silent given his size. As he approaches, you spot a rose in his mouth which he gently places before you. He's brought one every time he's visited so far.
As you contemplate his gift, you ask him where he's even finding these roses at this time of year. He replies that a rose's origin matters not for it will always be willing to make the journey to someone's heart.
Guarians aren't supposed to be able to reply.