The conflict had been settled, everything went well and I basked in prayers every day. The houses, I call them shacks, were coming along quite nicely and the villagers had settled down for the most part. While I still received the occasional evil eye, which I of course returned, although without effect, from the passing magi, the other villagers had quickly adapted to the rule I had put in place. Though this may have been largely due to Narvi being the one to tell them about those rules.
