Halt stroked his beard thoughtfully. It had been through so much over the years. At first, just a normal beard and cleanly cut. That changed when he had been introduced to cutting it with his saxe knife. Ahh, how the rumors of that spread. Halt chuckled softly to himself.
Then there was the time he impersonated his brother. That fancy beard was the end of his good reputation with Horace. He was the butt of the jokes for the next few months after that. And what a mistake it was letting Horace cut it.
It was the worst of all though, when he had to cut it all off after the fancy beard, just so it could grow out again. He had had such a tan line during those two days. Awful, absolutely awful.
Yes, Halt's beard was full of memories.