Talashia gathers up the hem of her skirt to her knees before hunkering down to get a better look. She gingerly pokes at its wingtip and scrapes its hide with a nail.
"This isn't a normal minotaur. It may well have been born on this plane, but not of mortals. Well...not only of mortals. I could almost feel sorry for its mother...or father as the case may be. Fiends don't have a reputation for being gentle with their paramours, of any species."
She stands up and wipes her hand off on her hip with a grimace.
"It's still here, so it probably wasn't called via spell."
(OOC - Taking 10 on a Knowledge: Planes check, basically. To save a little time, hopefully, I'm assuming that it's a Half-Fiend Minotaur...but if the knowledge check would reveal anything beyond that, or that it's wrong, let me know and I'll edit accordingly.
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"This isn't a normal minotaur. It may well have been born on this plane, but not of mortals. Well...not only of mortals. I could almost feel sorry for its mother...or father as the case may be. Fiends don't have a reputation for being gentle with their paramours, of any species."
She stands up and wipes her hand off on her hip with a grimace.
"It's still here, so it probably wasn't called via spell."
(OOC - Taking 10 on a Knowledge: Planes check, basically. To save a little time, hopefully, I'm assuming that it's a Half-Fiend Minotaur...but if the knowledge check would reveal anything beyond that, or that it's wrong, let me know and I'll edit accordingly.
