It was the Quietest part of the shift, The Saracen had just docked and a flurry of people had come through. Lews had dimissed the others to enjoy the day once the rush had died down. That was how the grey haired man found himself sweeping up the last of the hair on the floor. His tools were put away neatly, and he expected to finish out his day, his last day before moved on. There was a calm zen like quality to the man as he worked.

Anaeawd Llewelyn Iarnuuocon, Barber