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. How many? How near?"
Between the three of them, he eventually discovered that
there was indeed only one such creature, though it had
originally arrived in a boat with others. The rest had
immediately turned around and headed for home, to plan
more war strategy, no doubt. The remaining minotaur had
situated itself somewhere on the shore, though from their
inconsistent accounts, the exact location could be anywhere
within an hour's to a day's ride. The one thing all three
agreed on was that this minotaur must be an advance scout
for an invading army. Those brave enough to spy on the
creature had reported that it sat in the same spot every day,
cutting sharp sticks from wood it gathered and staring out at
the sea in expectation.
A grand image was swiftly forming in the young knight's
mind. He pictured himself standing over the gutted body of
the horrific minotaur, his sword bearing the severed head of
the beast on its point. A better trophy he could not have
asked for. It did not occur to him that such a scene could
easily be reversed. He was, after all, a Knight of Solamnia.
Looking as stern as possible, he nodded. "Very well.
Come the dawn, I will ride out to deal with the minotaur
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