Makanian shook with suppressed rage, his eyes flickering between the standard silver-grey to an almost cobalt color that blanked out pupil, iris, and sclera.  "These abominations," he muttered in Elven, "deserve no honor, no proper burial.  Destroy the body!" he snapped, turning his head to look over at Momo.  "Don't even burn it.  Chop it up and leave it for the beasts," he snarled, the cobalt coloration sticking this time.  "Such crimes are only punishable by the gods, and we will leave it to them to do so."<br/><br/>Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, shaking his head violently as he carefully pulled the head from the bag.  "This, however, will be burned and shown due respect," he said in a quiet voice.