After a few weeks after arriving in Azove, it became clear that shaving was not really a priority for most of the group. Five o’clock shadows got grizzly and grizzly beards turned into sources of immense pride for the wearer. Some barbes were even given considered personalities all their own.
When time came to swear in, the group knew that looking like a scruffy group of hobos was simply not acceptable at an official function held in the Ambassador’s residence. They needed to be cleaned up without losing their fun-loving nature.
Thus, the mustaches.

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