The minotaur stood in the center of the room.  Of course, "stood" was a slightly generous term, as most of his weight was supported by pair of chains connected to thick shackles about his wrists.  He could relieve the weight on his wrists by stretching himself upward while standing as high on his hooves as he could, but otherwise he hung there.  He was a large bull, well-muscled and well-built, decidedly top-heavy.  His fur was natively a shaggy grey, but recent events had left it scored with bits of ash and dust and detritus. It carried streaks of white and gray, and the occasional blotch of vital pink.