Asran sighed deeply rubbing at the back of his neck. He was looking over more city plans. Trying to figure out how to get showers, and baths inside of the much much older buildings that laid in the old district. He had showers, and baths pretty much everywhere else. Thanks to the use of artificial magic stones supplying water, and heat. A marvel to most, but an easy feat for his city. As he had inventors who’d run from the holy cities occupying his home. They’d easily put his city miles ahead of everywhere else as far as technology went. Which made his neighbors jealous, and more than once had they tried attacking. Only to be met with some of the world’s strongest mages, and golems. They’d quickly learned attacking his city was suicide. Though he did miss the occasional PoW snack time. 

Asran was exhausted he hadn’t slept a wink the entire time he was looking over documents. The bottle of wine he’d had was long since empty. He let out a long suffering sigh, and rubbed the bridge of his nose and eyes. “I need a break,” he grumbled. Then stood up needing to go for a walk to stretch his legs. When he stood up he heard and felt a few uncomfortable pops. “How long was I sitting for? This is why people think I’m sloth I swear.” He rubbed at the small of his back then left his office. Going to street level for a walk around the city. To see for himself how his modernization programs were running. 
Quickly he found himself in the old district by the temple dedicated to feeding the poor. He walked inside to take a look, and see if anything was needed. He waved hello to the temples priest smiling at them. Eventually finding himself helping out to pass out food. Which then turned into playtime as giggling children, and ran up to him wishing to play. One grabbed onto his powerful bicep, and Asran lifted them up easily. Making them giggle as he was used as a personal jungle gym.