"Oh God!” Ellis stumbled backward, gasping for breath, revolted by the sight. "Told you,” Penn yawned, looking into the lizard's vacant, dead eyes. ”Poor guy just lost his head.” "You... you...” She couldn't even frame the words, her hand automatically moving to protect her throat. "Welcome to the jungle Princess,” he laughed, “as promise. That bunch of lizards is rethinking their commitment to the cause right now.” He looked off to the side for a moment and spat. His mouth tasting as if a gang of monkeys had slept there. ”Is the Kaf ready?" "It's on the boil I think," she answered absently, her mind on the scene in the lizard camp. She tried to imagine how she'd feel waking up to find the person sleeping next to her headless, someone she knew, someone she spoken to the night before. Giving her a slight smile, Penn picked up his short sword and cut a five-foot pole from the surrounding brush. He sharpened both ends, and with a wink walked to the middle of the camp and stuck the pole in the ground. After that, he took the clothes wrapped bundle and stuck it on the top of the pole. Once securely impaled he pulled the clothes off, and simply walked away without a word. Within moments, troopers started gathering around, muttering between themselves, looking at the grisly trophy, then at Penn and Ellis.
