You stirred awake a little earlier than you would have liked, the open roof allowing the rising sunlight to pour into the thermae. With a moan you rolled your body off the provided bedding and landed on all fours. Your entire body ached, although you couldn't understand why. Slumping over onto your side, your awakening senses were still clicking into place. With an awkward stumble and a minor tumble you managed to stand.
"This feels like a hangover..." You moaned, slightly disappointed that alcohol wasn't the cause of this strange pain. At least alcohol is entertaining.
You caught a smell in the air that made your stomach grumble loudly. You patted your stomach in a strangely satisficed kind of way and decided to follow your nose. You walked from the thermae and into the dining room of the Minotaur's home. The air was ripe with the scent of fried eggs and warm porridge. You could see the dark minotaur, Mintar standing over a frying pan set over a burring stove. The entire room was a mess, obviously not intended to host two massive minotaur. The Nobel's Son, Alexander IV, was sitting at the long table they had and was reading a book that looked tiny in his massive, furry hands. His eyes glanced towards you, then back to his book. They then snapped back to you and gawked.
"I see your feeling comfortable, brother?" Said Alex.
"Huh?" You replied.
"Perhaps it was our fault. Some kind of magic must have stirred in you to leave you forgetting 'civilized thinking.'"
"What do you mean?"
You heard Mintar chuckle with his deep and bovine laugh.
"Look at yourself Lad!"
You glanced down at yourself and felt faint. You never did put on some clothing. Your imminent instinct was to cover your modesty, but Mintar quickly approached you.
"You mustn't to be embarrassed my brother. Clothing as a requirement is an idea of those pompous humans. Not eye folk, ey?" He winked at you.
"But I am human!" You protested, but felt a sudden and new uncertainty about that statement.
"Sure, sure. Now come and eat something."
Soon you were all sitting down eating at the feast of fried eggs and porridge. You began with a smaller and more modest portion, the Nobel having conditioned you to eat less if possible. Your mouth had to be fed, yes, but nothing said you had to be full. You were beginning to accept a chewing resentment to that bastard Noble. However you found your apatite keeping up with the two large minotaur before you. You hovered down plate after pate, a sudden hunger opening in your stomach. Even Mintar was impressed, who was now watching you with distant interest. You were naked, hungrier than you had ever been and yet you felt safe. You didn't know why, but you felt you'd soon find out...
After breakfast, you watched as Mintar and Alex left for the door.
"Me and Mintar will be gone for the day. Make yourself at home and help yourself to anything in the pantry. You've got freedom for the first time in your life, I imagine. Enjoy it."
And then they left, leaving you alone with yourself. Your mind was still processing the night and morning that had happened, your session in the thermae and how everything still made sense.
That was until...