Sersi finds out

Lord Azryn shoots an irritated glare at Sersi, whose restless pacing disrupts his concentration on the calligraphy before him. Taking a deep breath, Lord Azryn tries to rein in his frustration, but Sersi pacing directly in front of the desk wears his patience thin.

Sersi folds his arms across his chest, biting his finger anxiously. For reasons unknown to him, Lord Azryn has been delaying their return to Aisin, and the prolonged absence from Yettiri is gnawing at him more than he could've imagined. Had he known being away from her would torment him this much, he would never have agreed to accompany Lord Azryn to Aushasal.

At last, Lord Azryn's patience snaps. He slams his brush down on the table with a loud thud. "Sersi!" he bellows, eyes flashing as they slice up to him.

Startled, Sersi jumps and backs away from the desk.