The last sound to reach his ears as he dropped off to sleep was the hum of the vacuum cleaner competing with the twang of Merle Haggard on the disc player.
Mansr appeared more haggard every time they met.
Taran glanced at him, noticing how haggard the older man suddenly appeared.
As the man took her arm to help her stand, his haggard face appeared in yet another vision.
His figure was crooked, his limbs shrunken; his hair hung in dishevelled locks over his haggard countenance.
His haggard face was yellow.