[Muse]

A year later..

He casually strode along the western desert walls of Moszabbar on wall duty.

It was deep at night, around one in the morning.

Tyrael grunted as he strode and patrolled steadily, keeping his pace steady and consistent as he walked along the wall, giving quick side glances out to the outside and inside of the wall to scan the city and city outskirts for any sort of trouble.

His full plate clanked with every step as he kept his longsword sheathed for now as he moved forward for a few hundred yards, turned and walked in the opposite direction. He looked around for the other orcs and the occasional human that was on wall duty with him.

He had heard stories that the Thazalhar legion gives a slow rise in ranks to it's legionnaires.

He was willing to wait.

He was proud to be from Moszabbar.

And sooner or later, he looked up into the sky and thought of Tayven.

And Tayven's goals of becoming a thayan knight.

From that moment on, he was going to carry out his big brother's role of being a leading figure and to one day become one of Thay's finest commanders.

And nothing was stopping him now.