Jarlaxle chuckles. "Observant. Yes, well, when I was hardly much older than you, my hair ended up on fire--" Three times in less than a year. "--and there really wasn't much that could be done to salvage things, so I shaved it all off. And then I decided I quite liked the look and kept it that way."

He shrugs. "I suppose it's a rebellion in a way. We males are always pressured to look appealing to the women of our race and the hair is part of that. So why not remove it?"