The performance of the harp wasn’t that bad.
Serena said as she sold the harp.
“I haven’t seen many moonlight sculptures. But every time that I see it, the feeling that it gives off is different. The light that the finished sculpture gives off is different.”
“Yes?”
“Unfortunately there is nothing more for me to say since that is just all I know.”
Weed reluctantly left the Bard’s Guild and went to others.
Hairdresser’s Guild!
It was a rare class that didn’t have many guilds in the Versailles Continent.
You could dye your hair and change your hairstyle.
They were typically classified as artists since it required a certain level of skill for beauty.
Such professions were only popular among a handful of enthusiasts.
As soon as Weed entered the Hairdressers Guild, the instructor seized him and threw him into a chair.
“Too bad there isn’t more hair. Don’t worry about it. I’ll give you a pretty cut.”
“I don’t want a haircut...it’s nothing. I would like to get a haircut. What is the price?”
Weed was pretty much forced to pay to have his hair cut.