"Good morning old man! You are standing here alone at the side of the road before sunrise?

Isn't it a bit boring? Do you need help?"

Old man: "Good morning to you, Nord. I am waiting for a good death"

"Good death? Those two dead sabre cats at your feet weren't good enough for you?

For sure you have killed them. By the smell and the traces on the ground they died not a single hour ago!"

Old man: "Dont mock me. Of course I killed them. You Nords don't understand.

Were I to simply lay down and die, it would not please Malacath. But Malacath has given me a vision of a glorious death. I am to wait here until it finds me. As you can see, it has not yet arrived."

"Ah, I see. So you hope for something special for your death?"

Old man: "Yes. And now, you should leave. I don't want you scaring off my good death."

"But maybe I can help you with that. You know, I am quite good with my sword.

If I kill you in combat with your weapon in your hand, would that be good death for you?"

Old man: "You are a Nord girl. You do not look very strong. And aren't you a Sister of Dibella. What good are you to me? "

"Yes I am. But there is Arkay, the god of death. I know him well"

Old man: "Perhaps... Are you sure about this? Hmm. We shall see."

"WHAT! Why are you two looking at me that way? He asked for it. And I TOLD him I am quite good with my sword."

Ciri: "Interesting. One single clean cut."

Inigo: "Actually, that didn't take too long"

"Of course not!"

Ciri: "Now what?"

"Let's see if he has a note or a tribe emblem with him. At least, we could tell them he died with his iron maul in his hand."

Inigo: "... and letting his corpse rot on the road. A feast for the fleas!"

A question to the audience

Does anyone of you know what to do with the body and the head?

I mean, should we bury them, burn them or simply leave them here on the road?

Does it matter or makes it no difference to Malacath at all?