Gaidel sat motionless as Two Elks scraped the sharp blade of his flint knife along her scalp. The skin not covered in the blue swirling patterns that marked her as a druid was bright pink. He shook the blade in the small bowl of water and continued to shave the front part of her scalp. It was a routine they went through most mornings, Two Elks shaving Gaidel's head and then his face. His people refused to grow facial hair as an insult to dwarves, who prized their beards.
The inside of the little hut had warmed considerably from the sun's morning rays, which struggled to find small gaps to push through and share little beams with the hut's inhabitants. It was still early and Riff, Ghile, and the two Valehounds still slept.
There was motion outside the tent followed by someone clearing the
