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. You
are here as witness, no more. Do not force disaster upon
yourself." The minotaur eyed Torbin's weapon as if it were
a child's toy. Compared to his own massive weapon, it
might have been.
"You can't leave him there! He fought against
impossible odds and fought admirably!"
The minotaur glanced coldly at the remaining body. "It
was to be expected of him ... to make up for his cowardice.
He brought shame upon his family, so great and strong . . .
until now." The cold stare fixed on Torbin. "You would not
understand. You are still only a human, even if one of the
Knights of Solamnia."
Torbin's grip tightened on his sword hilt. "Then explain
it to me. Please."
The man-beast sighed. "His family is great and powerful.
For ten generations, they have had a champion, a living
symbol of our superiority. He was to be the symbol of this
generation." The voice lowered. The coldness slipped away
without warning, revealing a figure silently fighting
anguish. "Some say he must have met a cleric on one of his
journeys to the continent. They are known to seek out our
kind, subvert them to the weak gods of the humans and the
other races. No one would have expected it of him. Not the
preaching of peace, of dwarves and kender being our equals
- ha! - or of us abandoning the games! How else can we
find our place in society? Who would we choose for our
leaders? An unblooded cow?"
The minotaur stiffened, his mask on once more
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