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. Dragon's Point is nothing - a foul-smelling
pool of your people's dregs. In fact, its presence may very
well be important to us. It lets us point at humans and say
'see them - see how weak and pathetic they are.' "
The dark brown eyes shifted to the familiar horizon.
Torbin automatically followed suit and thought he saw
something in the distance. A speck, little more.
Letting loose an animalistic snort, the minotaur said,
"My people. Despite their prowess, their disdain for the
'lesser' races, they are less than gully dwarves in some
ways."
The man-beast's words startled Torbin. From what he
understood of the race, such words were nearly treason. The
minotaur gave his equivalent of a smile, one filled with
more mockery than humor.
"We are blind to our faults. The lesser races have no
need to fear us. We will continue to kill and maim one
another in order to prove our individual superiority and gain
ourselves rank. We have done so for as long as memory has
existed and will do so until the Final Day. It is our way; it
has become . . . habit."
The minotaur's eyes never strayed from the Blood Sea.
Now, they widened ever so little. Torbin, trained to notice
such minor things, turned his attention back to the sea
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