Minotaur Negotiations

You were the prince of the small mercantile human kingdom of Varush, which had become embroiled in a conflict with a tribe of fierce minotaurs. They were large, powerful brutes that lived for nothing but war and fighting. Even though the minotaurs were just a single village versus a whole Kingdom, just a few minotaurs could challenge an entire company of human soldiers thanks to their size and strength. A misunderstanding when they'd settled in the nearby mountains had escalated, brutally and so. The minotaurs were relentlessly raiding the outer reaches of Varush, and in desperation, your Father, the King, has sent you to negotiate with their leader.

Riding down the twisted track, your nerves are all over the place. You only have half a dozen knights to escort you, probably not enough to face even one minotaur, and you're headed towards a village full. If things go wrong you'll be in trouble. You've studied minotaurs as best you can to prepare for this. You know they're crude, abrasive, and unable to respect anyone who lets an insult slide. This isn't going to be easy.

Your small party emerges from the woods into a clearing, a primitive timber fence surrounds a cluster of buildings. The entrance is just a gap in the fence, these huge brutes evidently feel no need for more advance defences. Standing in the gap is a young looking, but particularly large minotaur, his fur orange and matted, an axe in his huge hand.

You signal for your entourage to stop. They're brave and loyal, but no match for a village of minotaurs. You dismount your horse and cross the clearing on foot, approaching the guard alone.