[Muse]

Three months later..

Tyrael stood there, tasked as he guided a horse around through the sands. He sighed as he wiped the sweat from his brow, holding the reigns of a large, white horse in the other hand.

A voice called out from a large manor in Moszabbar.

"Make sure he gets his exercise or I'm cutting yer' pay!" A loud, obnoxious voice was heard yelling out at Tyrael.

Tyrael waved up at him with a nod. Once the man had moved away from the second story window of the manor, he turned that wave into an obscene hand gesture with a sigh. He then began to lead the horse along the paths of Moszabbar, increasing his pace every now and then to make sure the horse got it's exercise with a bit of trotting.

Then, Tyrael returned his horse to the hitching post in front of the large manor. A sack of gold laid there in the sands.

He reached down to pick it up, as the man came outside to lead his horse around to the private stable he had.

Tyrael counted through the coin, sighing as he put it away in his pack. The child then made his way to the merchants near the caravans.

Hopefully, this would be enough to get him some bandages and food for a decent while.

He shook his head and cursed at himself. He hated this life. Taking odd jobs and doing tasks of physical labor for random people he had to beg to take his offer of work. It was only a matter of time before he'd make himself known.

And one goal was still looming in his mind..