"What's wrong?" Owen asked.
Isaac glanced around quietly and whispered, "Look at these horses, all of them are fine steeds known for their speed."
In the continent, while many beings utilize spellbeasts as mounts, the majority still rely on ordinary horses, as only a minority of powers can afford to use spellbeasts as mounts.
Owen hadn't paid much attention to such details; he hardly noticed anything unless it involved spellbeasts, which could catch his eye.
Alerted by Isaac's remark, he took a closer look and saw that these three horses were indeed glossy, with long legs, broad chests, and muscular builds, and their eyes were bright and spirited—truly three fine horses.
One of the horses was pawing at the ground, and Isaac glanced at it before saying, "These are all war horses, their hooves and horseshoes have just been replaced. I've seen many like them on the battlefield."
Owen looked at Isaac, surprised.
