Jack put his finger to her lips a moment before the guard frowned at the contact.

A guard at the door frowned, then thought the better of it and let the weapons pass.

The guard frowned, pushing his tusks out in the process.

The guard frowned at the two birds as the night swallowed them again.

The guard frowned, but behind him in the corridor was a bench on which a page slept.

The guard frowned but made no move to stop them as the lift doors closed a second time.

The guard frowned but obviously struggled to hold his tongue.

The blond-haired guard frowned as he looked to the right.

Several guards frowned in an attempt to answer the question.

He shook his head as the guard frowned and raised his voice.