| Faron Reedbottom |
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The setup: our GM is running us through his homebrew Dragonlance campaign from back in the day, ported over to Pathfinder.
At one point we're in a small town trying to get assistance from one of several NPC's. One of the possibilities is a minotaur ship captain, who we find in a local tavern. All of us are recently escaped slaves from a mine; most of us were there or entire lives. Our cleric is one of the few in the party who wasn't in the mine for very long, and his player is the only one of us who has previous knowledge of the Dragonlance setting. Due to this, he's trying to explain to us IC what we can expect from a minotaur (generally evil but honorable; tend to be mercenaries, pirates, and slavers, but will honor their agreements; quick-tempered and quick to take offense).
As the group is trying to decide how to approach the captain, my Kender Rogue pipes up: "hey, guys, I got this one. Don't worry, I speak Minotaur." The cleric tries to grab me but misses, and I walk up to the captain, who's looking at me like, "what do you want?"
My character takes a deep breath and says, "MmmoooooooOOOOOooo!"