“Shave it clean,” Kaladin said, sitting down on the stump. “And I’d rather not have a strange pattern like yours.” “Ha!” Rock said, sharpening his razor. “You are a lowlander, my good friend. Is not right for you to wear a humaka’aban. I would have to thump you soundly if you tried this thing.” “I thought you said fighting was beneath you.” “Is allowed several important exceptions,” Rock said.
