It was a bright and early morning, and Mougin had a little problem on his hands. Or rather, in his hands. Golden coins clinked in his hand as he regarded his conundrum. His objective today was to begin finding employment. There were several reasons for this - to participate in human society, to see more of what the world had to offer, and more importantly, to earn money. Money was quite important in this city, considering that it was enticing enough for others to try and steal it from him. And surely something worth stealing was worth keeping. That being the case, how would he protect it?

The answer to his question was, apparently, standing right in front of him. A 'bank', as it was known - an institution that kept money on behalf of the city's citizens. 
[color=007236][i]Ah, so that's where the word comes from[/i][/color].
It was early in the morning in Tempum city, but it seemed that the festivities from the previous day had yet to conclude, judging by the amount of drunken revellers that still prowled the streets. The bank was mercifully empty, so hopefully he would be able to finish his task quickly. The minotaur sauntered into the bank with sure steps.