A wizened, older Unicorn in a robe sits at the Stall. Rather than a proper presentation or demonstration, or samples or some kind of game, he's simply sitting attentively, with a stack of pamphlets. Behind him, scrawled in glowing text, is a rolling description of the University, and some general info. It moves like the credits of a movie, fading out of existence once the words go too high; his horn glowing a soft blue, the words matching the hue. Neat.