The evil, killer badgers of Lower Knightsbridge are a savage breed. Only a few have traversed their territories and survived. Even fewer have returned with their sanity intact.
On the other hand, the few who did come back safely came back with some lovely souvenirs of their travels, and handy advice for which parts of the area you should avoid. It’s a bit like visiting Manchester, I’m told.
These particular claws, pulled from the wound of a less lucky traveller, were set one into copper, the other into brass wire. They were then strung upon cords with clasps carefully constructed – all by the loving hands of The Bobbu), so as to decorate the neck of his fellow adventurers.