Chapter 14 A Luna's Dagger

• Diana jumped on her spot, utterly taken by surprise. She whirled around quickly to see the newcomer who had joined them.
• It was a stocky old man of average height who appeared to be in his late sixties. He had a trimmed but shaggy beard that almost hid his lips, and a pair eyebrows as bushy as his beard sat atop two dark brown eyes that seemed to twinkle with life. His nose was big and pinkish, reminding Diana of a tomato that had been drained off of its naturally red hue. He was wearing a worn out canvas apron over his yellowish white shirt that was ripped at its sleeves.
• Several wrinkles lined his forehead, and the skin below his eyes and of his cheeks had naturally sagged in age. His hair, which was tied in a neat bun behind his head, was mostly white with just a few stubborn streaks of grays left. To further display his elderly status, his shoulders were slightly hunched, a testament to the years he had dedicated to his craft.