"Lead the way.." Min-jae said.
Serin beamed and turned toward the back doors, her skirt brushing softly against the floor as she guided them through a corridor lined with portraits.
Vanadis followed, balancing the alembic and the small crate of ingredients.
They stepped out into the garden, sunlight spilling over trimmed hedges and stone paths until Serin stopped before a modest wooden structure.
"This is it.." she said, opening the door.
Inside, the shed was surprisingly tidy. Dust motes danced in the light slanting through the window, and a sturdy worktable stood against the wall beside a rack of old tools.
Min-jae nodded in quiet approval. "It'll do."
Vanadis set the alembic down carefully. The metallic glint of it caught the light, reflecting against the glass bottles nearby.
Serin clasped her hands together. "Shall I have your lunch brought here, my lord?"
Min-jae gave her a faint smile. "No, I'll eat inside. Thank you, Serin."
