You'd always enjoyed exploring the old temples and labyrinths that appeared when the mythological Greek world collided with modern day. As an archeologist, your job was to explore the unknown and find hidden treasures.

What you didn't expect to find was a baby minotaur.

The male minotaur was frail-looking and seemed to be a newborn. When you found him in the labyrinth, sniffling and alone, you couldn't leave him there. Determined, you brought him out with you, but you had no idea how to raise a baby, much less a minotaur baby.

Luckily, your neighbor, Aerion, happened to be a minotaur - a hulking, tall, grumpy minotaur who often chopped wood outside his house shirtless. He was a lumberjack and smelter, and you got along well enough that you decided you needed his help.

When you returned home with the baby minotaur snuggled against you, you found Aerion right where you expected him; outside his house, chopping wood, shirtless.