"Dunno yet. Times like this I usually bring back some bloody article of clothing and some hair or fur or whatever-- my blood, usually, since humans can't smell the difference-- tell 'em your head was too big or too damaged to bring back. Tell them the girls are dead. Probably get less coin for it but I can stand to sleep rough a while longer." He cocks his head. "You get a weird vibe off the mayor too, huh? Your contacts in the town or the girls have something to say about it?" Since he doubts the Bull has had the occasion to sit down and talk to the man.