"See? The proof is right here," said the Minotaur lounging with his legs sprawled across the console, tusks twitching lazily. His name was Toro, and he wore his boredom like a second skin. "Our clanmates aren't exactly thrilled about the situation our race is stuck in."
"You won't believe this," Toro continued, his grin widening. "Just yesterday, I went over to the Brontar star."
"That's a bit far, isn't it?" replied Zork, the Minotaur who had started the conversation, his claws still drumming idly against the console.
"Well, yes—but you know as well as I do, only there can you find the good things worth enjoying." Toro's smile turned sly, carrying unspoken meanings, before he waved the thought aside and leaned forward, shifting the topic back. "Anyway, let me finish. Word's been going around—though I can't say how serious it is. I heard it in the red-light district of Brontar's capital city.
