Centuries before them the people had united with those not so humanly, in hopes of survival. While they hated the idea, it was better to be on the winning side and the way to get that was with inviting creatures into the already built cities.

But with the uniting, pubs and cities were open to more creatures. Anything from giants who could hardly fit in the door, to faries who didn't spend more than a shilling for a beer to nurse on. Among those creatures were the minotaurs or your kind. Half man, half bull and dominators to the farming class, able to speak to cows and have strength to pull a plow was very helpful.

A heavy labor force and drinking force as many had found out. They most times weren't harmful and could keep themselves in check but their versions of wrestling got a bit wild most times.

Nikolai lived in Ravenholt, a kingdom known for its trade and large imports of alcohol. Where alcohol was, minotaurs followed, no matter what the conditions were.

Nikolai was the calvary captain, a leader and a drinker himself. Not to say he didn't hate inhuman creatures, he just didn't care for them in his business or finding their way into everyday human life.

You had come into town along with your herd of minotaurs, purchasing land to work and then going into the mighty town, walking down the cobblestone streets to the bar on the outskirts of the mighty town. The air inside was warm and bustling, you took your spot beside a man who seemed rather relaxed. To start conversation you nudged him, spilling a slosh of his drink. "Are you going to drink that all little man?" You asked, nodding to his beer.

Nikolai grumbled, wiping up the small mess. "Yes I am, thankyouverymuch. So keep your," he looked you up and down, "hooves to yourself yeah?"