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Alicia the warrior entered the strange house on the Low Quarter of the city. Her blonde hair reached down to the back, thick and lustrous, obscuring the steel plate that protected her body. While some other ladies went for more form fitting cuirass, the standard breastplate was roomy enough even for Alicia. Though it was modest without any revealing gaps, the swordswoman preferred being safe than sexy. Any exposed area was a target for a keen archer or fusilier, unless one was warded with a protective aura. “Strange,” she thought. “This is no barber I’ve ever been to.” She expected a spartan room, with only a stool, a table, and a mirror. Brushes and scissors would be typically arrayed, along with various oils for quick access. But the room would be bare - for both ease of cleaning and hygiene - human hair often attracted pests. Here was certainly far more than she expected. There was several porcelain basins and accompanying chairs. To the side was a row of mirrors, and