Blackfeather Woods the palace needs dirt!

All good here. Haizel's entire backstory is that he took one look at his father's warlordy brutality and noped right into pacifism.

The man was a complete and total pacifist. He hated killing anything, from a mouse to an elk; a useless hunter. He'd managed to 'Haizel' himself into a cushy job with excellent benefits; a job he loved and devoted himself to... simply by being his big, flower-sniffing self. 

Honestly, one couldn't do much better than that. Just south from here, it's a tad bit of a walk, I admit, but it shouldn't take too long, his tone had dropped its friendly glamour whilst working. It was cordial, and had an air of contentment to it, but it was not overexcited anymore. He had a job to do, this was his job.

He was a dedicated gardener.