The sound of feet hitting stone and mud was all to be heard by the ears of most animals and hillmen that resided close to the Gap, a group of near fourty were all heading out from the latest camping spot deeper into the lands where the tower sits close. The bear-headed man also marched among them, following along after another as all were talking and laughing whilst only a few kept a look about the place. The large purple hillock came into sight where many dunlendings would often meet to talk, Brenin's a lot of the time. It was there you could get the best view of the lands of the horses; this made Pren think once again.. this time of the men..
The horse men. Pale skinned, which was strange to see in lands down this south though as the tales go these men are not from the south but from lands far to the north before they came and drove the men living there to the hills and Dunland. Their hair was as if someone dropped a haystack onto the top of a bald head and others, as if that haystack was set ablaze with what they would call beards. Braided like a woman would braid her hair, taking time in it! Their eyes blue and green, like the rivers and grasses they stole from the ancestors of the dunmen as if they wear it as medals. Their height also shows that they are not the true men of those lands, they stand at near six foot tall while the true men of those lands stand at just around five foot high.
Both men and women, the latter especially, seem to look like the animals they are so proud of.. horses. With long faces they ride their horses to a fight, too scared to even get off of the things! Each man wears enough armour to protect a whole army, too frightened as they must hide themselves underneath the shining steel!
They wear greens and golds, like the grass and crops that grow on the fertile lands with horse hair sticking out from the back of their helmets as if they were horses themselves.
The thundering of hooves awoke Pren from his daydream, as dunlending scouts ride towards the party with some haste, one shouting out as the pony comes to a stop;
“I'r rhyd! Gorchmynion Hen-ddyn! Chwim!!”
To the ford! Old-mans orders! Quickly!!
