Yes, I am a minotaur, and yes, I am far from my home... I was caught up in the spirit of finding an adventure, and maybe a fight or two. My name is Thrax. I grew up in a typical minotaur village, but I was part of a wealthy family. Of course, none of our neighbors and friends knew this, but we were. I didn't have much schooling, mostly just learning with my hands, in more ways than one. I learned how to defend myself at an early age, as all minotaurs do, but I also learned the ways of weapon-smithing from my father. It is a family tradition, handed down by the father to the eldest male child. My great-great-great-great grandfather started this tradition. He was a master weapon smith, making weapons for not only our village, but nearly the entire minotaur population in a vast area around. In our family, some say his final creation was a great sword, a spear, or maybe an axe. I don't know. I do know that whatever people think it was, they all agree on one thing, it was special. It was his masterpiece, how he left his mark on the world. After that, the only thing he did was pass on the skills he could and then leave this world. What I don't understand is how it came to be lost. I guess I can understand that a weapon like that is not meant to be hung up on the wall. He would come back for us all if he saw that! I know that one of my ancestors ventured out into the world with it, but didn't come back. Ever since then, the eldest males of our family are taught his skills, and then most of us get the urge to explore the world. Hoping that by some fortune, his wondrous creation is not lost to us forever. My time to leave is come, and I have found someone who I think will lead me to adventure at least. She is the most peculiar dwarf I have ever laid eyes on. In place of the usual dark, somber colors dwarves usually wear, she has colors so bright they nearly hurt my eyes to look at them! She came around our village with a group of traveling dwarves, trying to spread their religion on us. Well, I don't know much about religion, but I do know that it is my time to leave and this is one who I think will lead me to places I only dream of. So I strap on my armor, take up my great-axe, say my goodbye's, and wander out of my village like so many of my fathers before me. I will take one final look at my village, because I do not know if I will ever get the chance again.