Minotaurs, if anything like their brahman brethren, can get nutrition from all kinds of roughage that us puny primates can’t. So while we’re scrambling around for nuts and goodberries, they can make a meal of all the weeds sprouting in terrible soil, and the odd hay bale lying around to feed someone’s horses.
TL;DR: They could feasibly turn what we consider indigestible garbage-plants into calorie-rich milk.
Minotaurs, if anything like their brahman brethren, can get nutrition from all kinds of roughage that us puny primates can’t. So while we’re scrambling around for nuts and goodberries, they can make a meal of all the weeds sprouting in terrible soil, and the odd hay bale lying around to feed someone’s horses.
TL;DR: They could feasibly turn what we consider indigestible garbage-plants into calorie-rich milk.
That’s true and adds much-needed realism to my nurtured-by-a-minotaur fantasies.