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Please, join me."
It took several seconds for the words to sink in. Tor-bin
stared at the minotaur. With those first words the minotaur
became a person, not an "it" like so many people, including
Torbin, considered the individual members of the minotaur
race to be. Torbin accepted the invitation without thinking.
It did not occur to him until he had dismounted and
sheathed his blade that the minotaur could have easily
skewered him several times.
"Sit here." His unusual host indicated a spot next to his
own. Torbin followed his lead.
"Who are you? Why do you disturb me? I have done
nothing save sharpen a few sticks." The minotaur was
genuinely annoyed, as if this were his personal beach and
no one else's. He paused in his labors to inspect the latest
stick. Grunting, he threw it away.
Torbin, who had not expected to play question games with
a full-grown minotaur, took some time in answering. He
was still not sure that he was not sitting in some sort of
elaborate trap. Minotaurs were highly intelligent creatures
who enjoyed proving their superiority over other races.
The minotaur repeated his questions. Torbin saw no
reason not to relate the truth. The creature nodded as he
listened to him go over the story of his arrival in Dragon's
Point, the fears of the people there, and what the town
elders had asked of him
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