The Corridor of Knowledge

In response to my shout asking what the hell a blond-tanned punk even was, Huey put a hand to his head, thought for a moment, then opened his mouth.

“It means… guys who go after women who are already taken and try every trick in the book to steal them away.”

“They’re the absolute worst kind of scum!”

I still wasn’t sure what any of that had to do with the term “blond-tanned punk,” though.

But judging by their troubled expressions, even they seemed to have a hard time explaining exactly what it meant.

“Now, now. Why don’t we talk about it inside my restaurant? People are starting to come out, after all.”

We decided to take Jason up on his offer to talk somewhere more comfortable.

“I’d love to serve you something to eat, but the restaurant’s just a side business. I only open for dinner.”

So we moved the conversation to his restaurant.

“Well, let’s introduce ourselves properly this time. I’m Jason. As you can see, I’m a Minotaur.”...