Legends of Belariath

Gideon

He traveled for weeks, stopping through small towns, large cities and various villages. He was greeted differently each time. SOmetimes good, sometimes bad. Some shop keepers found use in his size and strength while others were scared of it. He supposed they felt like he would crush them without a second thought. However, during his travels, he gained an appreciation for some of the smaller races. Catgirls to be exact. He was surprised when the first one had warmed up to him, curling up on his lap and whispering sensual pleasures to him. Even more surprising was their willingness to take on such a creature as a Minotaur. He spent several years there, enjoying the company of his feline girls and working the smithy. However, he grew restless and felt the need to move on. He wasn't entirely comfortable in the large city. He invited the girls to come with him, but they ahd refused, preferring to stay in the city to practice their "arts." He gathered what few belongings he had and checked out of the inn where he had been staying. He moved on, traveling for several months until finally, ta small town appeared and he made his way towards The Lonely Inn.

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