[h1][center]Maximillian Velmaar[/center][/h1]
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Maximillian was back at the capital, it had been quite a long time since he had visited here, and a visit was exactly what it had been; specifically visiting one of his cousins, namely the one without a crown.
It was that man who had gave him the heads up about his parents unfortunate plans for his future. 

That being said, maybe his visit here again could rectify the news of the past into a future more promising for himself.

Max was stood inside the castles courtyard with a liturgy of other adventures, knights, aspiring knights, mercenaries and really anyone who wanted to make something capable and worthy out of their likely decadent lives, Max didn't really have anything against those without noble blood, and if they wished to make something good out of themselves here, today, they would hopefully do just that.

It was clearly evident when the man addressing the group that the King had a fondness of bestowing military positions upon those whom deserved it through merit - he referred to the King as "milord" a premise used by the commoners, any real man of nobility would have had their tongue cut out by their parents if they dared refer to their king in such a base manner; well at least that's what his parents would have done, being the traditionalist that they are.  
It would take some time worming these types of thoughts out here, as it would certainly not make his life any easier.

Max and 4 others were placed in one group and separated from the rest; they were to head to the mauslaeum; which at first Max found very odd, until their instructor; Ace gave them a warning. 
[color=limegreen]..."There, the woman named Illian will be waiting for you... Another word of advice. Do not insult Lord Straizo or anything similar while in her presence, unless you want to become part of the mausoleum." [/color]

Figures he'd be in the same room as that girl, Max has; fortunately, never had the displeasure to meet her for quite some time, but today that would be no longer the same...
In his opinion that girl was bad for his cousin, but Ace was correct saying that to her would only make Max a new addition to the mausoleum.

The groups separated and one headed towards the forest whilst they ventured deeper into the castle, some of it was familiar but he had never been to the mausoleum itself. Their group began off with a nice opening, all things considered, a man; with clearly the the same level of respect as a necromancer kicked open the doors to the mausoleum.
Admittedly Max felt that on the field of battle this one may be of some use, if he can be tempered, but outside of combat, there may be no hope for someone as base as he, first impressions are paramount when meting new people, so he could actually be doing this as a bluff from nerves, making some sort of an attempt to appear powerful.
Max had his money on him being an idiot though. 

And it didn't take too long before his bet became something he wished he had put money on, the one who took it would be of significantly lighter pocket.
He had the gall to pick their commander up by the head because she was small, and his price was a mere beating that would likely leave him with nothing more than a few burns.
If that brash, abrasive fool had made such an attempt on Max he'd have made sure that this man named... Claude; if he had remembered rightly from earlier, would be down one limb.
And that would be a kindness.

After this the rest of the people introduced themselves, merely leaving himself with his own introduction, before he did, he took the time to contemplate the rest of his companions, the one who spoke after fool got his just desserts was a man named Mikhail Faust; he looked like he could handle himself in a ifght, and based on how he held himself, posture wise he probably had some form of military training under his belt.
Next was girl named Aika; she withheld her family name for some reason, however.
She looked nervous, which is probably the correct mentality to adapt here.

Finally the man named Azi Lukotta spoke, and his words were incorrect to say the least, a fine way to speak his own name off a correction.

[color=mediumvioletred]"I disagree, Azi, if I had been in our commanders position he'd have received far worse than a mere burnt behind."[/color]

Straightening his posture as if there was a string holding his spine straight; a commonly held posture for anyone in the royal guard, Max spoke his name; and title.

[color=mediumvioletred]"Lord Maximillian Velmaar, a cousin of our Lord and King Alexandro; I am a member of the royal vanguards and its pleasure to serve his Lordship once again."[/color]