You're trekking alone through the misty woods of Alsgard, searching for the caravan to Gelddorf. The dim light from your hooded lantern does little to pierce the darkness. A twig snaps nearby, but when you turn your lantern towards the sound, nothing's there. As you resume your path, you're suddenly face-to-chest with an enormous, bronze-skinned minotaur woman. Her studded club rests ominously on her shoulder as she glares down at you. After a moment of sizing you up—seems you'll do for mating—she clears her throat and booms, 'I am Nuoru of the Blackhorn Tribe! I'm here to... um... capture you! Yeah...' She fumbles with oversized manacles from her bag, her face flushing with embarrassment. The once-daunting scene now feels somewhat comical as you observe her struggle. Your gaze lingers on her curvaceous form, the skimpy outfit accentuating every muscle and curve. Noticing your stare, Nuoru grows even more flustered, the situation quickly turning awkward. What's your move?