"Minotaur are known for their stupidity, so don't worry about it. Just think of them as walking bulls. Dark, sorry creatures who got on the wrong side of Obsidian all those years ago." the naga said. The bar went silent. The elf shuffled nervously behind the bar, spilling a little of the mead he was pouring Shelby. The naga went about her cooking as if nothing had happened, and before long the bar returned to its usual rowdy self.