The imps showed Asran with the crystal eye how the priestess treated Ayrie. “Clever girl,” he said. As her lies all stemmed with seeds of truth as all good lies should. “Is she sure she’s not part Devil,” he asked himself. Then drank some wine, and ate some soup. 

When he saw her forced to sit on the floor to eat he became angered. How dare those lowly peasants treat his Ayrie like that! They should be the ones eating on the floor not her. He couldn’t stop his hand from flexing to the point he shattered his wine glass. He cursed as his hands dripped with wine with glass shards all over the table. His butler handed him a towel smirking at seeing how flustered Asran got at seeing Ayrie being treated in such a fashion. “Thanks,” he said cleaning up. “Not a problem sir. Though do keep in mind Ayrie is a big girl she can handle herself just fine,” the butler said. “Yeah I know Malcolm, but it’s very difficult all the same.” Asran sighed as he finished cleaning his hand. Then passed the towel over for Malcolm to finish the rest. 

After getting a new wine glass, and a fresh bowl of food Asran finished his meal. Then popped off to bed with his imps still watching over Ayrie protecting her, but their hatred had been moved onto the priests. As they treated their masters guest with such impudence. They’d find a way in, and then they’d slit their throats. This time Asran would certainly reward them versus getting angry at their thoughts.