[That's certainly a story. He chuckles and nods sagely.]

Now that's another day in a week. How I met my team was far less exciting, it involved a place called the Dead Reeds, part of the K'twal swamp...far less fun than an evil carnival. Smells just as strongly, though.

[Her story does beg a question, however, and he tries to cast about in his own thoughts as to why she and her group might go around cutting off heads. It didn't...sound like it was for fun, then again, maybe he was just missing the appeal.]

Were you taking their heads as proof they were dead...? Or...to interrogate later?