Lord Shaxx stood tall and straight at his area in The Tower. His white and orange helmet and armor shined brightly in the sun while the wind blew. His horned helmet was rusty yet it struck fear and honor at first glance.

Lord Shaxx's eyes finally fell onto the Guardian standing before him.

"Ah! Guardian! What brings you here? Have you been to the Crucible lately? We can use more Guardians in the Crucible!"

He chuckled, letting out a short belly laugh. His voice bellowing through The Tower.