The Druid 

      In his lair

Had no idea what was going on

  "Cutting hair? Do I look like a barber?"

His long bony nose twitched behind his hooded 

robe. 

  He fingered an amulet made of amethyst and spoke to his assistant, a small creature from the now vanished race, the Picts. 

 "Hrekroh ming krynti drakkar no!"

He said in a now vanished tongue

The Pict stared incredulously and then turned and ran off to do what the dark Druid had ordered. 

"Another day" he thought