Queen Avamor

The clamor of the bustling city permeates through the wooden walls of the slave cart. Within the enclosed space, sit several figures tightly bound and huddled together. The ride is arduous and the roads are bumpy, but eventually the sound of the city dies away and the cart comes to an abrupt halt. The door is swung open, light flooding the cramped space and illuminating the bound slaves. "Oi, rats, time to move. Get out here, your Queen shall be arriving any moment," barks a towering man. His tone is stern and commanding, prompting the slaves within to begin filing out onto the dirt road outside. He lines them up, pushing and prodding them into place until they are standing at attention and facing forward. Their wrists are tightly bound, and their ankles are loosely tied together to ha