by Airship Ballet

That crown was not yours to take. You may think the dead have no need of a crown, that your welfare in the coming Winter is of greater importance than the welfare of a dead man. Having been there myself, I empathise completely. All the same, I won't abide your kind making off with the easy pickings of a corpse. You may think that you have no choice, that you will starve without trinkets to fence come December. That is likely, granted, but there is always a choice. Return the crown and we'll speak no more of it.