((His name is Isaiah. You find yourself entering a small bar after a long day at work. There you see a tall and muscular minotaur sitting on a barstool, slamming back shots like it's nobody's business.))

You take a seat on the stool next to his. He spots you and smiles, he's obviously quite drunk. — H-Hey... don't think I've ever hic seen you here before... what's your name?