Maybe he knows his way around

He's huge and able to speak. If the stories about minotaurs are true he should know his way around this maze too. Of course if the stories about minotaurs are true he's going to brutally **** you too.

In any case he's not attacking, so you decide to see how this goes. "Hi, uh, yes. I could use a friend down here."

The minotaur gets a big smile, or as much of one as his facial features allow. "Good, good. Friend. So long since I have friend. I ... my name is Corin."

Not the sharpest tool, but that's probably a good thing. "Do you know if there's a spring or a river down here? Somewhere to get a drink?"

"Oh yes. I show. Follow me, pretty friend" he says. It's a little creepy, but that might be because this is the first time you've been ogled. Well OK, there was that one time the old innkeeper's wife had way too much cider. You also have to admit that if the you from yesterday saw you now he'd definitely ogle.

The minotaur leads you through more than a dozen short hallways and tight little rooms. It really shows you how big this maze must be. You have to wonder, did the ancient city dwellers spend all their time and money on this labyrinth?

Ahead you hear some trickling water and you lick your lips. Your big friend leads you into a big circular room. In the center is a circular pool about four feet across. A statue, caved from brilliant pink stone, rises on a pedestal in the dead center of both the fountain and room. Around the edges of the room are many small stone couches. A few have tatters of old covers or pillows. Once upon a time you guess about twenty people could lounge on these low couches.

The statue is a little pink cherub, his lower half covered by a kind of toga, which has been beautifully carved from a piece of white stone so that it wraps completely around the pink stone without any visible seams. You know some nobles who would give their eye teeth to own such a masterpiece.

The statue has one arm outstretched, holding a little pink pitcher and water is running in a thin stream from the pitcher's mouth. Corin walks to the fountain and cups his hands to collect some water. Then he lies back on one of the stone couches, its hardness no inconvenience to him.

You notice the water has a kind of sweet scent as you collect some in your empty waterskin. Then you too cup your hands and drink the sweet, cool water. You feel it wet your lips and seep into your throat.