The minotaur frowns as he surveys the mountain fortress.<br/><br/>Dexus has been fighting for a long time -- since well before he should ever have been allowed on a battlefield, in fact, but large as he is, even for one of his people, he was able to convince certain folk that he was old enough to fight when he was scarcely twelve summers.  He's been a mercenary for years, albeit more principled than some; terrorizing peasants who can scarcely fight back might be easy money, but there are lines he's just never been willing to cross.<br/><br/>After a moment to examine the pattern of the campsites, he begins to move, picking his way carefully towards the fortress.  He's always had good instincts for this sort of thing.<br/><br/>Once the guards at the fortress entrance finally confront him, the burly minotaur glares at them.  "I don't have time for this nonsense," Dexus growls.  "The master won't be kept waiting, whether I have to go past you or<em>through</em>you."  He hefts his immense greataxe menacingly.<br/><br/>(Perception check: 26<br/>Intimidate check: 35)