Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

-- Hr-phff, -- a faceless man might have replied, but in reality, it was his horse that snorted. The rider merely shrugged and headed for the next warm-up round. All Cassius managed to see were motionless dark brown eyes... No, one eye.

-- He was here a year ago, but only on foot, -- a constable approached Cassius, flourishing a black scarf on his helmet. -- Apparently, he got rich somewhere. He took second place that year, although that year wasn't rich in strongmen... A bad guy -- you noticed, right?