Dean Torod walked over from nearby. He noticed Hildred, a Cultivator he disliked, breaking the rule of silence he had established.
Torod was a middle-aged man with distinctive eyebrows. They were thick and knit tightly together, forming a sharp peak in the middle.
In short, he looked like a very serious person.
He appeared steady and composed. His gait was firm, and he quickly reached Hildred's side.
His eyes narrowed as he scanned Eric, and then Gwen behind him.
The way he furrowed his brow made the peak of his eyebrows look even sharper.
Before he could speak, Eric continued:
"You're clearly looking for Brunelus. His beautiful mane shows he is the Dean's favorite horse.
Fifteen hands high, the fastest animal in the stable.
A dark coat, a long tail, small round hooves, but a steady gait; a small head, keen ears, and large eyes.
He went to the right, as I said, but you'd better hurry after him."
Eric repeated his description, this time in greater detail.
