The bull-man snorted angrily. “AND JUST WHAT IS SO FUNNY!?” it demanded. Handy looked up and realised his mistake. He was outside the forge. The minotaur was across the dusty street from him, the townsfolk having given the minotaur a wide berth and even now were backing away with embarrassing speed from the human. ‘Well fuck you guys too,’ he thought derisively. He tried very hard to not shake visibly. This was going to be bad.