"I don't think they fit any motif, unless you were aiming for annoyingly-long-winded-for-not-having-lungs. In which case, they were a spectacular choice." Ismene eyed the shrunken heads again, uncertain of just how many were locally made and which were imports. Such an odd thing to have to take into consideration.
"That's not what you have to worry about. If they can talk, I'd imagine the heads would remember him."