Bolgrim stood just outside the mines loading the rest of his belongings onto Borghildr. Behind the ram was a cart loaded with what appeared to be the linen wrapped corpse of a Dwarf tucked neatly beside a keg and a few other supplies. "S'no place to be buried" he grumbled, "Alongside Hoot sympathizers and greenskins" He spat on the ground and kept grumbling incoherently under his breath. "Cannea believe the chosen is in this town, soft hearts and softer heads I say! Surely Espideril has a plan but I cannea be stayin here, don't have the patience, too much ire in this heart" He latched the last buckle on his pack saddle and began hooking the yolk of the cart up to his Ram. "I'll take ye home friend, s'the least ye deserve. Ye damned old fool."
Rune stood near the cart, having carried the body and placed it there. It had not yet found Jerond, and had continued to do as Bolgrim asked while searching. The golem's lights moved from the cart to Bolgrim quickly before it spoke, "What am I to do in your absence?"