The man who died laughing.

Another Caldyra story panel.
He recalled his first few weeks of prison service with surprising clarity. Not long after his twenty-fifth birthday, he had found himself face-to-face with Borus in the middle of his third escape attempt. He could still remember the sight of him tearing into a guard's neck, the sound of flesh ripping apart, and the crazed look in his eyes when he turned to Rotgar with the intention of doing the same to him. No number of punches or stabs managed to slow this beast down, It was only after his own rusty shiv had somehow ended up impaling the man's own chest, that he fell to the ground, spewing blood everywhere as his maniacal laughter faded into a deathly silence. Rotgar had never seen a man die laughing before and the thought still haunted him.