Grim Views

...and tied within it, Fynne's former blindfold, a few locks of familiar blond hair.

The troll that dangles it is dressed smartly in the foe's iconic armor, or at least a very good replica of it. She seems to think it'll get her an audience, at the very least.

"Think he wouldn't have minded being here to make the meeting himself. Always very interested at hunting you. I'll let you inside his head if you let me inside yours..."

Greebo notices the strip and his eyes widen. He looks around quickly but so many of those who would recognize the token have gone. His shoulders slump and he turns away looking pensive. "No one to share it with," he mourns. After a moment's reflection he grins a little, and gains a spring in his step. "But at least I still care. Fuck 'em. I wonder if the World's End still serves a decent brandy."