Joshua had always enjoyed the out doors and to his own thoughts it was a young mans activities that kept the old at bay and though he was advanced in his age that didn't stop the display of his appearance, suddenly jumping out of a bush as a gunshot sounded off, him flailing his wooden stick around and yelling in wheezed outlets of breath and frantic sways of his head motioning around for the danger. When he finally noticed that there was no action to be found he pressed the stick on the ground, place both hands on its hilt and sniffed in the fresh air before an awkward moment continued and broke with him suddenly yelling at the three of them.<br/><br/>"Whats the big idea here! Can't a man have some peace without having a heart attack every five minutes, you oaf with a gun!" He flailed his stick again and acted the part of being old, pressing his hand against his hip, his stature was slightly leaned forward, a grumpy hairless face with a wise touched look. His hair was a pure snow white and funnily enough there was enough to tug and pull on but what drew the attention to this man was the slight muscle in his arms and chest, it was like looking at a much older version of an action man but his voice threw off any notion of him being a calm and collected gentleman.<br/><br/>Joshua motioned forwards slowly with his feet peddling on the ground, he took a brief moment to take in all the individuals in front of him before turning his attention to the authoritative man with the rifle, "Careful not to shoot your face off there son, last thing we need is the guide left behind eh?" His tone was British and distinctive amongst most though he stood there expecting a mocked reply.