While Asher was eating and sipping his wine as though he were set to inherit the Zarethorne Empire itself, in another room, Azaron and Zarek could be seen engaged in conversation, their discussion unfolding beneath a vastly different atmosphere from the calm indulgence Asher enjoyed.
Zarek had a tired expression on his face as he looked at the illusion playing before him, Azaron pausing the illusion at intervals to explain every detail to him as though he, Zarek, personally could not see or understand what was happening within the illusion itself, despite the clarity of what was being displayed.
'Urgh... I might need to give birth so I can brag back to this man,' Zarek thought to himself, inwardly groaning.
He had only come here to inform Azaron that an Imperial decree had arrived, and that had been hours ago, yet Azaron had said that it could wait and had instead spent the past hours boasting about Asher through the illusion with fatherly enthusiasm.
