“Glad to help,” Asran said smirking. Then turned to Zatovia who ran up, and hugged him. Asran was surprised, but returned the hug. “I’m glad to see your okay.” She pulled away, and then punched him hard in the face. Making ASran yelp. “AND THAT IS FOR SCARING ME! I thought you were gonna die you asshole. Don’t do that! With you gone who’s gonna keep Pride in check?” Asran rubbed at his jaw a lightly. “That reminds me. With me back up, and running he’s going to become a giant pain in the ass.” Asran looked at Ayrie, and smiled at her. “But, it’s worth it knowing I’ve got my life back. As for the priests if they want they can retire here. I’ll supply them with a comfortable living space. Besides I’m pretty sure they’d not want to be worshipping the god that made me suffer for several centuries.”