Beardsgaard Barbers Jotunheim

Near the wind-carved edge of Iorthon, where the old pines bend but do not break, and the snow piles deep enough to silence even memory, stands the Jotunheim outpost of Beardsgaard Barbers—a squat stone building with frostbitten eaves and a door that only groans when it wants to.   This is not a barbershop built for pleasantries. It is built to endure.   The hearth is always burning, the blades are always sharp, and the chairs are built for figures of impossible size. There are no chandeliers or enchanted razors here—just steel, stone, and stillness. The walls are thick. The mirrors are old. The barbers speak only when needed, and always plainly. And yet, their hands are steady with the blade, no matter how heavy the snowfall or how long the silence has stretched.   Some say the wind dies down when the first cut is made. Others say that giants long buried still watch from the mountains, pleased to see old traditions still held in callused hands.
Type
Barber / Dentist / Surgery
Parent Location
Owning Organization

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