“I’m going to—against my better judgment—seek wisdom there.” “Many of the ardents who train there seem pretty wise to me,” she said. “After all, they shave their heads.” “They…” Kaladin frowned. “Syl, what does that have to do with being wise?” “Hair is gross. It seems smart to shave it off.” “You have hair.” “I do not; I just have me. Think about it, Kaladin. Everything else that comes out of your body you dispose of quickly and quietly—but this strange stuff oozes out of little holes in your head, and you let it sit there? Gross.”
