Asran smiled at the priestess as she removed the holy symbol. His nerves slowly calming down now that it was gone. He turned back to see the women dancing in the streets. “Probably practicing for the festival tomorrow night. The one thing the outside cities don’t allow. The so called “holy” cities. They stop women from having such freedoms. Their often terrified of leaving their homes without being escorted by a man. Or dressing how they wish to dress. For fear of being stoned to death by your supposed holy men. Who hide their depravity behind fancy words, and lies. This place... is freedom. There is no need for lies as there is no judgment. Only a set of simple rules to follow. Do not murder or hurt another without good reason, never harm a child, let no one starve, and do not insult the lord,” he said.  Then turned away chuckling faintly when he saw children playing in the street. They weren’t afraid of anyone hurting them. They ran past Asran waving to him as they giggled. “Break those simple tenants, and the lord shall come. He shall come, and consume all that you are, and all you could have been.” His eyes faintly glowing for just a moment before he blinked.

He turned to look at the priestess again, “now that you know these rules. I expect you not to break them. Would hate for you to get swallowed up.” Asran smiled brightly at the girl. “Oh, if you’d like why don’t you swing by the festival. There will be a lot of delicious food to be eaten. After all Cornopa City is known for the best food in the world.” He winked at the priestess.