At the dug-up spot, Tak can make out the deliciously sour scent of aged meat, and he need not dig far before the number of grubs and beetles supports what his nose told him-- there's a dead thing buried here.  A small gunny-sack, stained with the sandy turf and bits of shell, with the gourd-like shape of a head contained therein.  Tearing it open produces a balding-headed man with a gray and brown beard.<br/><br/>His eyes are intact, but the bugs are beginning to get at him and, from being buried for perhaps a day in the hot soil, he's certainly not in the best of shape.  The gaping neck shows flesh and bone rended messily apart, like someone beheaded him by crushing and twisting rather than sawing or cleaving.  The broken spine still dangles a few inches from the raw stump<br/><br/>Also inside the hole is a leather waterskin... it is not full, but a little liquid remains within.  It is odorless, and still cool.