Like it or not, this towering minotaur is your best bet at being found. You saw your path on the way down, so with a heavy heart, you turn towards the bullman. The loincloth dangling over the stump is a sweeping kingdom unto itself. Waving softly in the breeze, this covering lifts occasionally and gives you a view you wish you never had seen.
You spit a groan of disgust towards the loose clothing and the big guy wearing it. Why'd you have to fall here, of all places? And why are you thinking about climbing his unmentionables?! ...Alright, perhaps it would be possible to climb up the not-so-hidden mounds of flesh beneath the loincloth and maybe get his attention from there...
But you would rather not.
At all.
In the slightest.
His tail is another story, though. Swishing as he swipes again at his beloved battleaxe, you'd far prefer that wispy tipped appendage over anything else...
But yet another option is the one bit of clothing he wears. This is the surface that would be easiest to climb, the first option that you should have thought of, if you wanted to climb up the barbarian by any means necessary. You'd far prefer that to the forbidden land it covers, but you'd also prefer not being here in the first place! But, here you are, small as a mite and between his hairy legs.
You've got to climb up him somehow, so...
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