The Keep - Barracks
Wulfsen's barber, Xander, finished shaving Wulfsen around the same time he finished his story.
"And it was in the sink!" Xander laughed, swishing off the apron and clapping Wulfsen on the shoulder.
Wulfsen chuckled nervously. He stood up and studied his face in the mirror. The bruises from the scuffle with the elves had faded nicely, no longer noticeable unless one looked closely.
"Lek, my jacket." Wulfsen called to his page.