ROLEPLAY

Duke's hair had been long since he was a boy. It was the color of a primeval flower, a color neither too showy nor too warm, a light blue characteristic of the members of his family... neither too showy nor too warm.

His apprenticeship at the firm had enabled him to assert himself and free himself from the memories of his parents. To underline this desire to move forward, Duke took advantage of a delivery to Yrkanis to get a haircut: new life, new head.

After a good hour's reflection, the hairdresser did his work: "It gives your face a nobler look," Valyae had told him, like an omen...