Mougin narrowed his eyes at the teenage beastmen.
[color=007236][b]"I see."[/b][/color] He said, standing up to his full height.
He towered over the crowd, staring at the thief and her companion disdainfully, speaking again in his rumbling voice. 
[color=007236][b]"You are both liars, then."[/b][/color]

The atmosphere became heavy as anger and irritation rose in his heart. Anger at being falsely accused, irritation at the crowd that abetted it. But he quickly calmed himself, settling the troubled air. Passion had its place in a philosopher's mind, but anger did not. Not that it didn't have its uses.

Rage and power made for a frightful combination. In Mougin's country, power was king. Strength settled arguments better than words, and though the strength of the tribe overruled the strength of an individual, the largest and strongest individuals could nonetheless leverage their strength to end debates in their favour. But this was not his country, not his world. In this world, not even the largest predator dared to show their strength, because this world was ruled by the most powerful titan of them all. His teacher had called it the Law.

It held justice in its tyrannical grasp, and whe it did, it was a time of logic. There was no room for anger here, not while the colossus loomed over him. And so, the minotaur supressed his irritation, leaving room for his curiosity to breathe once more.
[color=007236][b]"What does it mean to... 'press a charge'?"[/b][/color] He said to the police officer.