Dwarven funeral rites are serious business. There was no way they'd leave the body of one of their own in the abattoir house, and the funeral pyre just wasn't the dwarven way. So Team Dwarf (minus Ghere) decided to transport the body to the one spot they knew a dwarf could be found - Erudin's smithy in the Docks.
The smithy was quiet for the evening. There is but a thin trail of smoke rising, as the furnace cooled. Knocking on the door produced much cussing from the inside, before the door swung open to reveal a short and broad dwarf, dressed mostly in a blacksmith's apron and scars. His forearms in particular seemed to be one huge mass of burnt and healed skin wrapped around huge timbers. He squinted at the visitors, grunted something and bid them inside.
The smithy is warm and welcoming. The smell of ale, salted meat and pickled vegetables mingled with fire and molten metal. Shadows danced merrily on the ceiling, the furnace open and illuminating the whole room. Erudin's company for the evening was two young dwarvish women of considerable beauty. At least, for dwarvish standards. The two have obviously been living in human lands for quite a while, judging from their cleanly shaven faces, lack of weight, and revealing clothing. Erudin didn't seem to be bothered about that - there were few dwarves in Phlan, and even fewer female ones.
A blanket was quickly prepared to wrap the remains of the dwarf into before anyone spoke.