“Wow,” Montague says, despite himself. “You really came through.” He makes a show of weighing the sack of coins in his hand. “Pretty good tip for a bath and a haircut,” he adds.
“Can you do our clothes now too? We realize we’re kinda, well,” Shyan trails off.
“Stinky,” Fassn says, taking a deep whiff of his own underarm.
“We’ll pay you like normal this time.”
A great big grin spreads across the barber’s face. “Laundry, but of course! Coins up front, please.”