(lol I could NOT resist. However, the Torian must go, had I wrote it. Torian was an elf I played, and the name does not fit the race. ANYWAY! hehe)
You are led down a long hallway, behind the brown furred mass of muscle. After what seems an hour, yet is a mere matter of seconds, you hear what must be a huge double door being opened, and Torian strides into the room beyond.
Not having much of a choice, you continue onward into the unknown, your senses being bombarded by many luscious aromas. Your mouth is watering by the time you reach the oversized table. He pulls back a large high backed chair and motions for you to be seated.
As you do so, you notice seven other minotaurs around the table. You swallow hard and look to Torian, recalling his 'joke'. The thought does not linger for too long however. Looking around, you find several huge dishes full of many varieties of food. Your stomach rumbles, reminding you of how long it has been since you last ate.
As if it wasn't bad enough already, Torian apparently noticed your look, and is standing behind his chair looking at you. He addresses you with amusement, "No, I know what you may think. These are my sisters and honored guests." Then looking to the others, he motions to you, "This one here is seeking refuge for the evening. We shall oblige him, and provide asylum from those who may be looking for him. Your name is-?" He now stares at you expectantly.
Feeling so many sets of strange eyes upon you, you clam up and stuttur...