He unfastens it and pulls out... a very sparkly crown.

"Poor life choices, like I said. I wasn't planning to end up with this. I am a thief, but usually of things that are easier to sell and less sentimentally or practically valuable to their original owners. It practically dropped into my lap, though, so - this is where the poor life choices come in - I took it, and fast-talked a couple of guys into helping me escape, and in the course of that adventure they figured out what I had and demanded a share, which I was fine with. I was less fine with it when I heard them talking about how they planned to hit me over the head, turn me in, collect the reward, and keep whatever they got for selling the crown all to themselves. So, I decided I'd play a little trick on them, and to make a long story short, two hours ago I was being chased by the Royal Guard and a pair of muddy grumpy tough guys. But I lost them all several miles of forest ago, and I managed to lead them in separate directions so the Mud Brothers probably won't get caught in my place unless they're very unlucky. And now all I have to do is find something to do with this crown. Would you like a crown, by any chance?"