Walking around the bustling market, I couldn't help but notice the indiscreet mitres thrown my way as I passed. Some curious, some admiring, and well... some not so innocent. My long hair, which I hadn't cut in over a year, fluttered gently in the wind, it was time to cut it, it had become a nuisance.
The incident with that drunk in the tavern hadn't been the only one. A group of men, confused by my appearance, tried to approach me in a nearby alley. Their intentions were unclear, but their lust subtly sparkled. Without thinking twice, with precise and quick movements, I left them lying on the ground and hit them again and again until I learned my lesson. I came out unscathed but the situation left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. I was tired of being mistaken for a woman. It was time for a change.
