After hauling all the supplies on the packs of both horses, Zan slid his hands together gently as he eased the pain from carrying all the heavy stuff.
Being a commoner wasn't easy!
Zan winced as he felt the pain again. Being a nobleman, he had never do a single bone-breaking chore in his life, and was quite humiliated when Dacia looked at him and laughed, before taking all of the supplies into her hands and skipped to the horses with ease.
Mericenne had apparently watched and scolded him afterward about how he was not being a gentleman by letting a woman do all the work. Zan lamely defended himself before the mere scolding became another heated feud between the two, with Zan ending it as he threw his hands up in the air in defeat before grumbling away into the crowd. The caretaker just glared at his back before walking primly away to the where the young boy was at.
Or, where he used to be at.