"Let's hope for a bounty," Margot says as she rubs her chin thoughtfully. A devious grin slowly crosses her face as a wicked thought comes to mind.
"My dear compatriots, a thought occurs. We've had to suffer quite a bit this night. It might not be quite as much recompense, but, how about when we take him back to turn him in, we strip him down to his loincloth and parade him about, showing off the true 'ghost' that haunted this home? I'm sure it'd be quite the laugh."