Written Memories

Since the last time Daniel had seen his two old friends, his appearance had changed drastically. His rough beard had been cut clean, and his hair, once long and wild, had been cut shorter, and styled in a crew cut that fit his facial features and youthful appearance.

The simple looking, yet finely weaved gray t-shirt and worn black pants he had worn, had now been replaced by a gray loosely-fitting linen shirt tucked into a pair of brown leather pants, which met a pair of spotlessly clean black boots halfway down his calves. By his waist was a long and loose leather sash, wrapped twice over. Once to keep his pants up, and once to provide support to the sword that hung next to his thigh.