'Alright,' began Theresa. 'Now, take Thag's head – "
"What?" Sparrow cut in. "Why would I want to do that?"
'People in Albion are whispering of your deeds, but it is not enough. Should you ever need any extra renown, a trophy would be beneficial to you…'
"And you think that carrying a head around as a trophy is a good idea," the Hero deadpanned.
'Yes.'
"I don't think so."
'It will work.'
"No, it won't."
'It will."
"It's a disembodied head! And it's not even a handsome one, honestly."
'Sparrow,' Theresa's voice was cold with impatience. 'Do as I say. Pick up the head, and take it with you.
Sparrow looked at the head. Then looked at her bag. And then looked back at the head.
She picked it up and took it with her.
She couldn't help it.
With a beaming grin, Sparrow reached into her bag, pulled out the head –of –Thag – turned – trophy, and raised it proudly in the air. When she had gotten everyone's attention, she reached up and stretched the lips apart.
"Look!" she shouted happily. "I can make it talk!"
"I think it's rotting," Sparrow said to Chips. He wagged his tail in response, and Sparrow reached out to pat him on the head before pulling out Thag's head. Sure enough, as soon as she did, the stench of rotting flesh overwhelmed her.
"Great. What the hell do I do with this thing now?" she muttered. A moment later she looked up to see a traveling trader and smiled.
"Come on, Chips," she said excitedly, racing forward to meet the man.
As soon as she was within range, he exclaimed, "You're Sparrow!"
"Yes!" she replied as enthusiastically. "I know! And I have a gift for you."
It wouldn't be until Sparrow had fled to the other side of Bower Lake that the poor unassuming man opened up the bag and revealed to himself Thag's rotting head, screamed like a girl, drop kicked it as far as he could, and ran away in fear.