A man with dark red hair, holding a wooden sword, stood before a humanoid target and looked toward the door.
The other person was an old man who looked to be in his sixties.
Though clearly old, the man was in excellent condition, both in body and Spirit. He had a full head of thick, white hair with a slightly receding hairline, and his long, naturally wavy locks were tied up behind his head.
He stood about 1.68 meters tall, which was considered quite burly in this world. Even in his old age, his arms were thicker than those of an average man. He had retained a high degree of muscle, and his skin was still fairly tight, free of the frailness common to the elderly. He looked full of vigor; he must have been a trained fighter in his youth.
"Master Gwendolyn!" William shouted when he saw the old man, the relief in his voice palpable.
Gwendolyn strode forward a few steps to meet William, who was being supported by Mark.
