After the bath, I felt renewed, but something was still bothering me—my disheveled hair and the beard beginning to sprout. "I need to deal with this," I muttered to myself as I approached the mirror once again.
I leaned in, staring at my reflection. My hair was a mess, and my patchy mustache was a joke. I sighed. I started looking around the bathroom for anything that could help me shave or cut my hair, but there was absolutely nothing. "Of course... Looks like I'll have to craft these tools in the future," I thought, frustrated.
Then I remembered the trash bin where I'd thrown my old clothes. I left the bathroom and headed there. After rummaging for a moment, I found what I was looking for: a small blade that had once been part of a worn-out dagger. I held it carefully, analyzing its surface. "This will do."
