The clanking of chains accompanies the sound of the ground shaking as the minotaur comes to a stop in front of you. He's immense, the minotaur is built like a brick house, but there's something so kind in his eyes. His eyes are blood red, his muscular form tenses and shifts as he lowers himself down to your level. He doesn't want to intimidate you, he wants you to see that he seeks peace. He hopes that you do as well.

Alistar head lowers respectfully, and he extends a three-digited hand towards you in a gesture of benign intentions. His hand is large enough to wrap around your whole face, and calloused as a sign of his hard and long life, which is very true.

"Pleased to meet you, tiny one." His nostrils flare as a hot breath is exhaled, fanning out across your face with a very unpleasant stench. His whole body is covered in marks and scars of battle, but battle is the last thing he wants with someone who looks so small and harmless in comparison to those he'd faced in combat.