Augor staggers aimlessly through the trees, no longer having any clear purpose in mind, he barely even remembers who he is. A few lingering memories jostle in his head, a village a great distance away... a tavern, a fight..., great anger, and then endles running.<br/><br/>From a distance he is an imposing sight  (for those not accustomed to the kinds of creature's that call the watering hole home). A minotaur, he stands at 7"5, and average height for his race, his bulky frame has been leaned out from the seemingly endless travel. As he approaches, it's clear to see that he's seen better days, one of his horns is missing, and the brown hair that covers his body is patchy.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the trees end, and he comes upon a large body of water. Only vaguely aware of the great creatures he passes, he stumbles upon a large rock, and falls pathetically only metres from the waters edge. Using the last of his great strength, he rolls onto his back, and lets out a hoarse rattle.<br/><br/>"Water", he croaks.