[Amanaduial the archer]

"Do you know someone who can cut hair?" The elf paused, then added, "or do I have to barrow a pair of shears and do it myself?"

Aman stared at the elven woman's beautiful mass of hair. "You want to cut it all off?" She exclaimed, incredulously.

The woman ran her fingers through the hair in question, sighed, and nodded. Aman regarded her once more, then couldnt contain herself. "Why?!"

The woman swatted her hand at the words. "A number of reasons you know, just.....is there any way you can help me here?"

Well, Aman thought, I'm blowed if I'm going to sit here and let her make a mess of it... She steeled herself before answering once more- it had been a long time since she had last done what she was about to offer to do.

"I....I have a little experience cutting hair." Annalalaith's eyes lit up at this. Aman smiled back, if a little sheepishly- she didnt want to be thought of as just a hairdresser really. She went on,"I've no mind to chop it all of, just to let you know beforehand, but...well, I think I can probably make a better job of it than you can just hacking at it with some shears!"

Annalalaith smiled, relieved and grateful despite her weariness. Aman looked around the bar; ah well, she could just do it in the corner. She pulled up a chair for the elf to sit on and draped a spare apron around her clothes. Then, pulling a pair of wickedly sharp scissors from beneath the bar, she approached, feeling, well, a little apprehensive. Placing herself behind Anna, she measured up with her eyes about where she would cut to. Say an inch or so above her shoulders? She snipped experimentally with the scissors a few times, then gave Annalalaith one last chance.

"Now...are you sure you want me to do this?"