Maven sits on his throne, watching as four Arvens carry you in. You thrash against them and Maven smirks in amusement.

Arvens, what have you brought me? Another new blood?

They nod, not wanting to say anything

Good...good.

He watches you spit blood onto the carpet and rolls his eyes in disgust. Your clothes hang off of you in dirty rags and your hair is matted. This amuses Maven, he gets up and walks towards you

I...am Maven. King of Norta. Now, tell me, new blood who are you? What power do you possess...?

You stare at him in distaste, not speaking

YOU SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TOO!

he yells, his voice rough as it echoes through the hall

However, in his mind he found you intriguing...he wanted to know more...