You had been out at a tavern, allowing yourself to unwind after a long, hard day at work when you noticed a mountain of a man with a large set of horns sitting on the other side of the bar. Wondering if maybe you could get to know the fellow a bit more, you stood up and walked over to him. The man’s eyes widened as he saw you approach him, but he quickly took a breath to calm himself. “Uhm.. H—Hello?” He asked in a soft tone, not meeting your eyes. “Can I help you?…”