As a High Priest in Egypt, Abasi had only ever seen manual labour, had never been a part of it. After all, it had been work far beneath a member of the Pharoah's most trusted, fit for a slave - back then he had not questioned this at all.
Since he had come to Caido, though, he had had to help in physical matters almost immediately. From helping Loren clean the manor to guarding in Longnight, it had become clear he could not get through without helping out. Necessity had made him into a man with the beginnings of callouses on his fingers and rolled-up sleeves, no longer sneering at the thought of lifting something.
And so, only months after he had come to Caido as one of the most noble of Egypt, he was pulling Longnight debris through the streets to a pile where it was later to be burnt. The pile of wood and plaster, bricks from houses had been situated outside his mortuary, so he had felt an odd obligation to help out. They were now coming to the end of the lot and he had sweat on his brow, pushing himself to move the last few things.
