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Before you stands a rather thin minotaur, bearing no semblance to the typical image of a minotaur you have grown accustomed to. His horns are merely small protrusions of bone that rest upon his head, painted with arcane runes of crimson ink. His blanket of grey and white fur is amazingly well-kept, and you wonder how such clumsy and large fingers could have braided the amazingly intricate locks of mane that hang down from his head. Perhaps a hundred strands flow from behind his ears, all carefully braided. |
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