The next morning Asran woke up groaning. His body was still exhausted, and aching from the other night. But, thankfully he was well enough to move on his own again. Even if it was slow moving. He got himself dressed, and prepped for work. 

Though Wrath’s words were still bothering him as he remembered Astoria. Of the day she tore his heart and soul asunder. He looked at the runes on his chest as he buttoned on a dress shirt. “Why? Did I truly disgust you so much? Was I just a toy for you to play with,” he asked himself. Then sighed out a deep breath, and went to the door. 
He turned to look at the doctor who handed him a packed lunch. “Thank you,” Asran said. “You’re welcome father,” the doctor said smiling. She was one of the few children he’d managed to save before he’d become too weak to even leave the city. Asran left the doctors office, and went to go check on Ayrie. To make sure for his sake, and her own that she was safe. 

While walking there Asran had pulled out one of the paper wrapped sandwiches from the basket, and was eating. When he got to the door he was on the last half. Asran gently knocked on the door then waited for a reply. To those priests all he was, was the very friendly mayor. Or at least that was his hope anyways. Otherwise, what the hell?