Blackwater Islands so a consort and a harlot walk into a bar

Normally, Kalika might have tried to use charm and suave tricks to weed the answers that she wished from the consort, though this wasn't the rosebud who normally resided in the youthful frame. Rather, this was a beast unleashed from where it was normally hidden under a composed facade. She gave a short chortle in a sweet tone with a toothy grin before replying to Whip.

Oh, silly consort, she said, almost mocking him in a motherly fashion, that isn't what I asked. Her voice faded from the typical honey vibratto as her brow dropped and her eyes focused on his face, waiting for a response. Kalika looked more serious (and in turn, more dangerous) than she ever had, creating an interesting dynamic on both ends.

Now, what troubles you, consort?