For several days the question of what to do with Vincent’s head went unresolved. Rumours suggested that the senior hunters were split over whether Vincent was a hero or a fool. Sandra knew from first hand experience that there was no split, they all considered him an i***t.
To her surprise she became the first person, outside of the leaders, to know what their decision was. One of them arrived at her office bearing the grisly remains and made an unusual request.
“Sorry… what did you say?” stammered Sandra. This hunter had an aura that dwarfed even Vincent’s. She was struggling to think straight, or to think at all.”
“We want you to coat the skull in silver. Pure silver.”
“But why?”
“As a reminder to everyone of what arrogance leads to. We’re going to mount it by the doors so th
