Blaze Gamma
Knight 7Nor Dunadkar
Location: Salarn
Well ain't this town just a right fucking riot? Nor should've seen this coming when he stopped seeing other people on the road about 3 days ago. Humans were a bunch of right weirdos, but it was obvious to anyone with working eyes and a functioning brain between their ears that the people here were on a fast track to a ghost town. Staying shut inside their flimsy little shacks like a wee mouse ducking into a hole hoping oit won't get scooped up by an owl and then taken on a slippery, slidey trip down into a pit o' stomach acid. And the people that weren't doing their best tortoise impression were busy heading over to the tavern to see who's the best at drowning all o' their sorrows in the cheapest ale they could get their hands on.
And the worst part about this is that none of them could be worked over and fork over their meager funds before the whole place keeled over. All of them were either too skurred or too schnockered to actually be able to buy something as trivial as the best godsworn shave that they'll ever get in their miserable lives before they all keeled over and had their belongings snatched up by the wretched, low-life, pusillanimous, sniveling, conniving, envious, scoundrels better known as one's kinsfolk. That or graverobbers would just filch anything of value from the corpses before running off somewhere. Either way, the town was a bust.
All but assured the town was a waste, Nor was on his way to take himself and his goods on to the next town when he spotted a most curious, and profitable sight. A wagon rolling in on its way to town, and not just that, but an orcish wagon with all sorts of oddly dressed people, most of whom carrying weapons? Travelers more than anyone needed a shave and a haircut the most. Doubly so for adventurers, so focused on gold and blood that they neglect proper self care. Aye, these people would make a proper stop worth the hassle. With a bright 'n welcoming smile plastered on his face, he lead Dorka over to the much larger orcish wagon.
"Ello there, chaps! Just rolled in te town did ye? Jus' did the same meself. Didn' think the local stock woold be so deery, if'n ye know what I mean. Happen te have any clue as te what's up?" Start a conversation, get them drawn up. Once you're nice and comfy, then you cozily invite them to get a nice shave or haircut. Really relax after all that hard travel. Trust me you'll come out of it with a face smoother than polished granite. Walk away with satisfied customers and a pocket full of gold. Everyone wins.