The pale blue light of one of the moons fell on Ramiel as he crouched over the smuggler's bloodied corpse. His clouded eyes froze in horror, and a viscous, scarlet liquid oozed from the corners of his half-open mouth. His hands fell limply to the ground, slipping from the hilt of his dagger. The man was dead. His life had slipped away seconds before.
His brain hadn't yet accepted reality and was sending signals to particular parts of his body, causing post-mortem cramps and spasms.
Nevertheless, Ramiel wasn't bothered by this. While talking to Avi, he began to search the carcass. His hands deftly looked into every pocket, nook, and cranny of its body. When he was done, he took off the man's clothes and searched them again.
