When Kyle tears back into the alley from what looks like out of nowhere, Wilhelm steps out of his shadows — but he keeps them around in case he needs to duck fast. Joining Kyle beside the barrel, he peers in with a grimace. The smell is...not great. It only takes a glance to guess what the merchant had discarded, though. Sitting atop the food scraps and empty wine bottles is a large animal head with twisting antlers. Gingerly, he fishes it out.

"What the fuck?" he mouths to Kyle, holding the head up. Stuffed and fitted with glass eyes, it's the sort of thing someone might mount on the wall. Not him, personally, because it's creepy as hell. But someone else.