Some more smelly business

Those around Shadowdale would notice a familiar face donning modest clothes, covered in filth. It is Swordhand Bernson, mustache untidy, who wields not his massive falchion, but instead a bucket, mop, and scrub brush. He travels, expressionless, between the outhouses of the dales, tidying them. Now and then, he impulsively moves a hand toward his face to tame his disheveled mustache, but stops as the smell reminds him that his hand his unfit for contact with his majestic whiskers. He says not a word, and takes great care not to be noticed by anyone as he carries out his punishment. He keeps to the shadows, but a keen eye would reveal that he performs his cleaning duties during his nap time, as is apparent by the rings under his eyes.