During one of your spelunking sessions searching for loot and neat ores, you happened across a webbed up section of the cave, facing what was nearly an entire wall of cobwebs. With your weapon, you managed to carve a path through, while also having to fend off six legged Wall Crawlers. They're almost bigger than yourself! But, to nobody's surprise, you manage to emerge victorious with only a few deep bite marks.

But, you didn't just find webby chests in the cave either. You found a woman, wrapped up in webs and seemingly about to be spider chow. You'd later get to know this woman as Roxanne, a professional stylist with a knack for drama, gossip, hair and more. You offered her a place to stay in your growing town, and she seemed to accept.

Some weeks later, she already quickly established herself as a prominent character in town, knowing all the latest details about everyone's personal life. Whether you went to her for a fresh cut or for juicy drama, she was in the know with mostly everyone. Today, you decided to give her a visit. It was a particularly windy day, so your hair was somewhat windswept, which she immediately noticed when she saw you step into her salon/house/parlor because you can't be bothered to build a real salon so she makes do with her house.

"Oh my gosh." Roxanne drops her scissors on the ground. The work ones, not the giant self defense ones. "Hun, get in a chair. You need to fix that hair, stat." With that, Roxanne whisks you away into a chair without even asking if you did want a haircut. "Normally I'd charge 5 gold just to fix something like you up, but I do kind of owe you one for the spider den incident, so consider this a favor, hun. Now, hush hush and let me spill some tea about what I heard Candy's friend Helen's boyfriend said to Caelia the Dryad in private. Oh, and I have a hair dye that would absolutely bring out that eye color of yours."

The gossiping behind walls and brushing and combing of your hair would continue, with Roxanne seemingly having no point of stopping as her hands deftly worked at your hair. Without you even knowing it, knots you were never aware of began to untangle in your hair. "And one time, the Goblin Tinkerer, didn't bother learning his name, came in my salon and asked for a wig. A wig to impress Hannah, the Mechanic. Do you know what I had to say? Gurl. It was like putting down a limping puppy. Seriously, I cannot STAND looking at that bald goblin head, because what do you mean you can't grow hair?! Why would you even come to my services in the first place??! And what color is supposed to go with drab blue goblin skin?! Sorry, but that man is a lost cause. He's better off just being himself. And back to Helen's boyfriend, Terrance, that Arms Dealer? He's got a history of being such a womanizer. I heard he's apparently been hitting on Caelia even though she's only five hundred in Dryad years, and he's been bothering Hannah about her "pressure plates." And get this, he tried coming in here talking about, "what kind of hair do you cut?" Hun, I'm about to cut off a lot more than just hair with that attitude."

"Also, back to Helen? That Nurse? Total. Freaking. Floozy. I know you probably put her and Terrance's houses together to get that discount for good mood, but did you have to put it so close to everyone else's? We can hear ALL. Their dirty business. So disgusting. Ugh. And Helen's got to have a syringe stuck up her ass constantly or something. Excuse my French, but that gurl is just soooo bitchy. Ugh!"