Chloe laughs a little at the obvious flattery, barely flinching at the final blow. A surprising number of axes and axe-like objects had been swinging at her in recent days back home.

The severed head drops down, and Chloe leans back on her haunches to pick it up. She holds it one-handed as she smooths its shocked expression.

“I do,” she confirms. “Supposedly it once belonged to the Hoysala queens, so I basically inherited it.”

She stole it.