“Do you have a sharp blade?” Pickanickl asked Helfen after Betro had left the room. “I want to cut my hair, try to make my appearance different should Skaglad still be out there.”
“Of course, child. I have something else you may like to use.” Helfen walked out of the room, and swiftly returned with a large bowl of water and a cloth bag. She placed the bowl on a table in the corner, and placed the bag on the bed. Helfen helped Pickanickl shorten her hair; then took a small canister from the bag. “I have some fresh clothing you can wear, but first, bathe. Cleanse yourself, and then add some of the water to this mixture. Smear it on your hair, and leave it for an hour or so. After that time, your red hair will have darkened. You will become less likely to be noticed.”
Pickanickl soon felt a lot better and refreshed. She walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.
Betro closed the main door, and turned to face Pickanickl. “What a transformation! I hardly recognise you.” He smiled.
Helfen stood and walked over to Pickanickl. “Indeed, child, such a difference!”
“That was Malto Glenfir,” Betro smiled again. “The Tavernmaster. He was saying Skaglad was in the tavern about an hour ago, he left without trouble. Malto was warning us all to be wary, as he may still be in Theglen.”
“He isn’t welcome here though, and he knows it.” Helfen said sternly.
More soon…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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