"Galand and his brother paused by the corpse. “He doesn’t seem too unhappy,” said Parsal, scratching his beard. “It’s hard to know whether he’s smiling or whether death has pulled his face into a grin,” said Galand. “He won’t look too happy in about a month.” “Will we?” whispered Parsal. Galand shrugged, and the brothers moved on to follow the others."