alt:
"in Blackdog Forest, stumbling over a half-dozen of your kin. A Moranth cusser had taken them out. A squad of regulars was busy looting the bod-ies. They were cursing - not finding anything of worth. A few knotted strips of coloured cloth, [highlighted bit: a stream-polished pebble,] plain weapons - the
kind you could pick up in any market in any city! He was silent for a moment, then he continued, 'And I remember wondering - what was the story of their lives? Their dreams, their aspirations? Would their kin miss them? The Mhybe once mentioned that the Rhivi took on the task of burying the Tiste Andii fallen ... well, we did the same, there in that wood. We sent the regulars packing with boots to the backside. We buried your dead, Korlat. Consigned their souls in the Malazan way..'"
