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With twin massive crates on his shoulders, Maxima followed along behind Pendles, traversing the treacherous path into one of his hideouts. He was careful to place his feet in the exact same spots the roa did. And paid careful heed to any and all verbal instructions that were uttered, to the letter. His scanners could pick up a fair few of the traps, but not all, and he’d rather not have an acid bath or lose his handsome head to them.
Having that part of the journey eventually end with their entrance into the main room was a small relief. Though he still gave the digs a short, wary appraisal. He could pinpoint a few more traps here and there. Evidently, Pendles was a very cautious snake. And clever, much of what he was picking up very well-hidden, and in likely spots for thieves to try sticking their hands.
“Impressive set-up,” he commented, very much genuine in the compliment. Metal-capped fingers drummed one of the boxes lightly. Whatever was in them both was heavy; enough so to warrant the cyborg’s help with transporting them. His assumption was that this was something murder and/or torture related. “So, where did you want these?”