"Monarch, are you sure we can trust this human?" Korgath, King of the Bladed Plains, asked. He is a towering, burly man with white hair tipped in silver. Although not particularly handsome, his hair gave him a classic yet distinctive look.
His arms are wrapped in molten armor plates made from silver flame.
Clearly, he had all the makings of a brute. Naturally, he qualifies to be one of the three Rulers under Orvath.
"I believe he is sincere and has what it takes to indeed make us have a more pleasant life. However, I don't completely trust him just yet," Orvath answered his subordinate, who turned and looked at Kent.
"Human, you may see us as a Bull, but we Minotaurs aren't that easy to trick. So, if this is a trick, better stop now before I smash your head into bits."
Kent smiled, looking at the six figures standing beside Orvath. Two females and four males, each a Minotaur in their own right.
