conina cut hair

"You look worried," said Conina, who was cutting his hair. Rincewind tried to make his head as small as possible as the blades flashed by.
[...]
And so the morning passed, with scudding wavelets, the creaking of the rigging, and a rather complex layer cut. Rincewind had to admit, looking at himself in a shard of mirror, that there was a definite improvement.

Sourcery, pg. 91-93