We all looked at one another with trepidation. No one wanting to be the first to step up to the hulking beast. Finally I slowly walked towards him as the rest of my party looked on. As I drew closer he bent on one knee and lowered his head to me. His horns were chipped and scarred but very sharp and there was a reddish substance on them that I dare say was not shaman paint.
I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth and placed my hand upon his horn. With a quick flick of his head, the horn pierced my palm and I gave a short cry. The pain was fierce and I grasped my hand at the wrist looking at my palm. Upon it was a mark of a crude "W". I was paying so much attention to my wound that I did not at first notice that Weeble's eyes were rolling to the back of his head and had started to make strange and wet choking sounds. A disembodied voice rose from his throat and started to recite all the professions I had chosen throughout my career as an adventurer as well as vital information that I had held secret for so long. Weeble, shook his head and stood up and in his booming voice shouted so loud I am sure his voice could be heard over the inane yells of Sigil far away "Welcome Aorta Bleeds, a Dwarf to the Battle Tournament"
One by one all those in my party walked up to Weeble and received his mark while the blood spoke to Weeble about their races and professions. This Minotaur truly did understand blood better than words.
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