"A few, but not many. Some of the weapons, and the odd piece of armor here and there. Collecting trophies wasn't much of a priority for me back then, and there's only so much a woman can carry. Some of those pieces were added only after I settled down here. The hill giant club for example." Her lips curved up ever so slightly into a faint smile as she recalled that particular battle.<br/><br/>"I don't know how familiar you are with the history of the Frontier Baronies, but about six years ago the northern baronies suffered a major incursion of humanoid tribes from the Mandrake Hills. It was about the closest to a full-scale war this area had seen in decades. We joined the fight with some volunteers from Kirborg, to help put an end to it before the troubles could reach us. A good part of the weapons and armor on display we gathered during that time. And the owlbear head..."<br/><br/>The baroness raised her mug ever so slightly to indicate one of the sergeants sitting across the room. "That was Will Warden's kill. With some assistance, but he has every right to claim the kill. Owlbears have always been found in these parts, but three years ago they became a real problem.  Ask any of the soldiers and sergeants and they might have a few tales to tell about the great owlbear hunt of 734."