It was growing darker now, the sun nearly set and the locations nightlife coming out in quite corners and down shadowy allies and intimate rooms. If the freedom and open love of the day soured your senses, then you'd be awfully sick to see the revelry of the night.
You had decided to stay the night at the tavern and found your own private corner to hopefully keep some privacy. You drank some plain water and picked at a sample of veggies, porridge and an egg. A strange assortment, but the barkeeper had to prepare anything for all creatures of all walks life. You shuddered to think how any man-eaters were satiated and then noticed how the odd beast wore shredded remains of rich clothing and had gold handing around their necks. It was best to keep quite and sit in your corner.
When you had finished your meal, you sat in silence and stared at the ground. You could do that for a while. It was a skill needed to survive in places unknown and you seemed to know it well. However a sudden ruckus caught your attention as the two minotaur came storming into the tavern.
"One drink for me and another for my sweet," The Black-Furred One said, wrapping his bulbus arm around the other ever-familiar brown one.
The Barkeeper chuckled as they poured out two drinks and handed them over. They began making small talk, which you couldn't overhear as you became increasingly distracted by that The Brown-Furred Minotaur who's gestures and mannerisms were, while yes sturdy, jockish and filled with bravado, felt familiar. The two minotaur noticed you and then exchanged grinning looks between each other.
You felt faint as they came close and sat down at the chairs across from you. Laying their mugs down on the table, the Brown Minotaur clicking his mug against yours which was set beside your plate, the Black Minotaur leaned in.
"Names Mintar, yourself?" The Black Minotaur said.
You told him the name given to you.
"Ah, a fine name for a noble. However, you're not a noble, are you?"
"How p-perceptive."
"Ach! Calm yourself little knight. We minotaur don't eat thin things like you ah-ha!" Mintar continued, slurping down his drink.
The Brown Minotaur let out a snicker, giving what would have been a light, jovial punch on the shoulder had he not been made of muscle and you make of skin and bone. You tried to subtly rub it, but knew that would do little.
"Any luck on finding the noble boy?" The Brown Minotaur said.
"No, but I'll keep looking."
"You've no choice!" The Brown Minotaur exclaimed, sculling his drink.
You wrinkled your nose as he lifted his arm, his underarms reeking of BO.
"No, I don't. Not much I can do until I find him."
The Brown Minotaur grinned as he leaned in close to your face, you could hear Mintar trying to laugh as this happened.
The Brown Minotaur began, "I am the nobles son. How have you been, little-help?"