He got up to stand - his stiff muscles locking his joints into place, as they had done a million times before - and his form shifted into near-perfect military posture. He was a stone wall of a man. But this wall had suffered serious blows, and his attempts at fortifications had, over time, become inefficient, and tiny cracks in the foundation had begun to show. The sparks from the dying campfire flickered like starlight in his piercing blue eyes. For a long moment, he stood, as the gentle night breeze wisped at the exposed locks of brown hair poking beneath his wide-brimmed hat.