Looking at the minotaur, he only just noticed the red unicorn clasped helplessly in its other hand, black cloak hanging from her. Wasn’t that the mare from the wagon? “My sincerest apologies,” his mouth ran off before his mind caught up with it, “I just fail to take someone such as yourself seriously.” Okay, he could admit he was still running on the power trip he felt from putting those dogs down in the saloon, and it was admittedly rather exciting to trash talk a living myth. The minotaur started.