The Disgruntled Consort

The salty breeze whipped through the secluded rock as Lori's hiss sliced through the tension, a mix of accusation and alarm coloring her voice, "Ssss, are you planning to blow up my new house? How did you find out? I didn't 'coax' Krakie to build it for me sss…at least for the finishing part..." Her words trailed off into an awkward silence, her eyes darting to and fro from Asher.

Asher's expression remained the same, his voice steady, "It is for something I have to use in the Severed Realm. To be precise, on something the WHA are building right now," he clarified, his tone serious.

A sigh of relief escaped Lori, her body visibly relaxing as she shifted back into her usual, slithery composure, "Ssss, why didn't you just start with that first? But why ask me? As a king, don't you have expert alchemists to make this stuff for you?" Her voice tinged with a hint of challenge, questioning his unusual request.