The imps watched from up above as she talked to the master of the temple. Seeing her reactions to the simple generosity that their lord and master provided. Why would he entertain one such as her? To convert her perhaps? They didn’t know for sure, and they didn’t like it. It made them hiss angrily making their bodies tense. 

Asran sat alone in his bedchamber a warm towel over his face. He had made himself a plate of food to eat. But, for some reason found himself at a lack for an appetite. That priestess was a problem, it meant more of her ilk were gonna come poking their noses here. Or his own people could see her as a threat to him, and attack. “God, I hope she doesn’t put that holy symbol back up. For my sake, I really don’t wanna have to go back,” he grumbled.