Danielle wandered away from the fight. She knew nothing about them and would, therefore, be useless. As she entered the bar, her eyes widened. There was a minotaur in there. A real, fricken minotaur. Danielle quickly made her way to a seat in the corner, trying to avoid everything that was making her less sure of herself. All her life, she had been the odd one. Never had she ever thought that there could be anyone who was unusual as she was, or more. She looked at the table in front of her so she wouldn't stare. This was the last place she wanted to get herself into trouble, especially since she was already going to be in enough trouble for stealing a horse. How long would it be until someone managed to make it here to look for it? She kept herself calm to avoid drawing attention.<span style="font-style: italic">Just stay under the radar and you will be okay,</span>she thought to herself. Danielle remained alert as she sat there in case something happened and she would need to defend herself. This place seemed to be full of odd creatures and there was no telling what would happen. She glanced at the minotaur, trying to be as unobvious as possible.