"They said my daughter was here?" The grey-haired man asked. A burly man walked up with his wife behind him, and in the burly man's hand was a longsword never looked used in its life. "Now, I've just come to see if my daughter is here." Grey-haired man stated. "Better get off my land." The burly man hissed.
The older man decided he'd find another way, the old man turned around and started walking from where he came from. The burly man laughed with a sneer across his face. "Eight gold didn't seem near enough for her, but it was gold well enough."
The grey-haired man blew up, pulling out a footlong single edged blade and charged the burly man raging confidence upon his face. The burly man's face was worried with a touch of confidence, he raised up his sword to block the knife lunge. What he didn't know was the old man fainted the lunge for a hard right foot kick to the nuts, which hit. The burly man lifted an inch from the ground. The burly man bent forward dropping to his knees holding his sack whining, like how a grown man would, pathetically. The old man pointed his blade forward and drove the point all the way down to the handle in between the collar bone and neck. The burly man hitched and wheezed like the air was pulled from his lungs. The old man twisted and pulled hard, blood gushing up above his wrist. The burly man fell to the ground holding his fatal wound wheezing out blood from his mouth.
The grey-haired man wiped his blade on the burly man's shirt, left to right and put his knife back. Before leaving, the old man looked over to the wife wailing, kneeling over her dying husband, he grabbed his coin bag he had just enough, he threw it to her. "it's 8 gold, but it's money well enough."
That was the last time anyone seen that grey-haired man.
PS. The grey-haired man plays a very important roll not too distant in the chapters.