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. The town elders, once
again led by the less-than-eager mayor, in turn rushed to
Torbin, demanding that he do as he promised or suffer the
consequences. Torbin idly wondered what sort of
consequences the mayor could have in mind if he really
thought the minotaur was there to destroy the village. Did
he expect the minotaur to wait his turn?
The man-beast did not slink into the village. Despite
being realistically outnumbered should the villagers
discover their backbones, he walked straight and tall. Even
the tallest man in the village came no higher than his
shoulder. There was disdain in the minotaur's eyes;
Dragon's Point was no argument for the strengths of man. It
smelled. The people were dirty, cowardly. Among all of
them, only the Knight of Solamnia, an outsider, deserved
respect. The others deserved nothing - not even notice.
Minotaur and knight met just before the center of the
village. Torbin forewent meeting the other on horseback,
which would have given the knight a psy chological edge.
The minotaur had given no indication that he had come to
fight. Torbin could do no less.
Revealing empty hands, the man-beast acknowledged
the knight. Torbin returned the greeting. The villagers had
mostly vanished by this time; a few hardy souls dared to
stand in the shadows and watch
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