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Imalessa inclined her head to the minotaur. Gentle, he had said his name was. "I suppose you could try," she said, though she didn't particularly believe it would work. Imalessa simply wasn't the type to believe in gods. If there was a higher power out there, she couldn't believe they would just let innocent people suffer. Or they were nothing but a bunch of bastards high on power. Either way, she didn't put her faith in them.

She looked Gentle over. Her father had once told her about the minotaurs. He'd told her a great deal about the outside world, but Imalessa never believed she would get to see it. "My father told me he had a run-in with a minotaur once," she said, changing the subject. She preferred not to talk too much about the forest. As much as she loved it, it had taken so much from her. The memories it held were a tangled mess of good and bad. "If what he said is true, he almost didn't survive it." She cocked her head, honey-gold hair spilling over her shoulder. "Is it true that your kind runs more . . . [i]hot-blooded[/i] than most?"