Bow drawn, arrow held in place, you eye down your prey. Two little bunny ears poking from behind the bush. You needed the food. You shoot them, taking both the rabbits back to your camp. It was a comfortable silence, travelling alone.

Until you heard a crunch. Drawing your bow again, you point in the direction of the sound, hand muscles tightened. Someone was watching. You scan in silence, waiting for the figure to show themselves.

"Woah there! No reason to be violent!" A deeper voice boomed, a chuckle escaping it. A large minotaur stumbled from the bush. He was fucking tall. You just.. stared in shock. Lowering your bow, you turned away with a scoff.

"Hey.. names Braius. Sorry for scaring ya, smelt something weird.. must've been your rabbits there!" Oh yeah, the rabbits you just finished skinning.