Name: Max<br/>Location: holding room<br/>Tagged: Everyone in the area<br/><br/><br/><br/>Max walked down the steps with heavy foot falls. His twins swords gently clanked against his armor padded legs and his head bowed low. He walked past the others in the cages and stood at his queens side before dropping to a knee and gently clearing his throat. "My Queen....the preparations for the festival have been completed...how may I now serve you?"<br/><br/>Max was born here and raised to be the guard and servant of the queen of Amazons. His strong eyes glanced around the room and landed on the slave in the cage with the whip at raised above him. "My Queen, would you like me to break this slave and allow the others a time to rest?" He bit his lip and wondered if he was stepping out of line...while it was hard for others to sense when his queen was upset, countless nights of staying by her side allowed Max to tell when she was upset because he learned to pick up on the slight differences in her manors and the way she carried herself.