"You're a Lord Warden, am I correct?" The young man, seemingly named Max, asked curiously.
"Indeed, I am. Why?" Colton replied. Max nodded his head in respect before speaking again.
"Well," The man adjusted himself on the chair. "I always wanted to meet one in person, or at least speak with one in a conversation. Never got the chance since I started working here and all." Max nervously chuckled.
"Since you're a lord warden, maybe you can help with telling me how stuff works. Or maybe some advice or wisdom for dealing with the prison and its tenants." He finished, Colton felt a want to actually help him. Despite the fact he isn't even an actual warden of this place, the sight of someone wanting to rank up or get experience in a job that he liked and worked in for a long time.
