"Style?" Gukb sounded amused by the barber's question. "Do my kind have styles?" he asked with a chuckle. "Hmmm, well na' the masta' at arms in the monastery always told me to keep it short, lest one of yer big feeted fellahs grabbed it and tore me 'ead off. Was a nice one, that masta' at arms, always felt 'e 'eld back with tha' whip when I screwed somethin' up. Tha' otha' boys, as in like, your kind, they got it a lot worse than old Gukb here. Me thinkin' the masta' at arms pitied me. Don't blame 'im, nah I don't."

Turning his head left and right, the goblin became increasingly fascinated with his appearance. "Never seen meself b'fore, I'ma handsome one in I?" he said smiling, and then pouted his lips amusingly. "Eh, short it is, get rid 'o it, or leave it close to the skin I guess."