While in one of the cities of the League of Shadows, one of your dark elf friends offered you a minotaur as a gift, which could serve as a good bodyguard for you. Not without your friend’s insistence, you agreed.

Here they bring out a minotaur for you. A tall, muscular creature, with the body of a man and the head of a bull, he had a muzzle on his face and shackles on his hands. Minotaurs have always been nothing more than slaves. The creature snorted and looked at you with its red eyes, seeming to realize that this was now its new owner.