The imps seeing the symbol wasn’t hung yet made their way into Ayrie’s home. They watched her sleep their beady blue eyes glinting. Thinking about ending her life before she woke. But, a spark of power flitted through their heads making them back away from the priestess. As their master had sensed their desire, and was displeased they dared even consider going against his orders. They found homes in the dark corners of the building keeping their eyes on Ayrie’s sleeping form. 

Asran sighed out in annoyance. “Damn imps,” he grumbled. “Who’s bright idea was it to give them a sense of free will again? Whatever, so long as they don’t try that again with her it should be fine.” He stood up removing the now cool towel from his head. He set it on a silver tray held out by an attendant. He grabbed a bottle of his favorite wine, and poured himself a glass. 

He sipped it slowly as he walked to his office, where there were fresh documents on his desk. Along with another attendant who stood up to greet him with a low respectful bow. He lifted the documents in his free hand. They were pertaining to the farms within his providence. His power allowed the soil, and waters to flourish with life. Allowing fish to be bountiful. While crops grew fast and strong. All of which were tended by farmers, and fishermen who were gifted the ability to summon lesser espers to help them in their harvests. 
Though that didn’t mean they could fish or farm the same things repeatedly. Hence why Asran had to look over a monthly report. “Tell the farmers to rotate their crops next month. While the fishermen are to change from catching Tuna to salmon.” The secretary nodded, and started making calls.