“I don’t sell to freaks, not two hooves or two hooved freaks. Get out.” Handy had to admit, this shopkeeper had balls as big as Scotland to say that to a minotaur. Either that or he was as ignorant as a Swede in a salt desert. Not being a minotaur, he didn’t take offence, but he did not care for this guy’s attitude. He clasped the top of his staff in two hands and leaned on it.