[Attention Garden! Get this: You now have a gleaming bronze man-god amongst you.]
[Specifically, Jecht has taken up a pose in the lobby near the directory, where he has inexplicably stuck his massive sword into the floor to lean against. That T-shaped pommel is good support. He's acting like he owns the place, of course, reading the newsletter as he idly bounces a
lumpy sort of ball off the ground with perfect accuracy despite not really paying attention.]
[One line for autographs, please.]