Musa was patient, very patient. But he was a blind man in a den full of loud noises, extremely potent smells, and soft fabric carpets.
That patience was all he had at that point especially since Nasiah was essentially kidnapped by some flying munchkin.
He passed through the crowd, moving past the gamblers, the alcoholics, and the depraved, rejecting all worldly offers and pleasures it could have given him because all he really needed was Nasiah right now.
The Sage counted himself lucky even if he was in a world of depravity such as this. He could feel the laws of creation bear down on his body; if it were not for his position as Nasiah's watcher, he probably would have succumbed to the temptation in this land as well.
However, that did not mean he would have to stand by and have Nasiah be lulled into the arms of these malevolent creatures. He had to focus on himself and draw upon his connection to the boy he knew would be a king one day.
