As the party enter their rest area the guild ghouls meet them with understanding nods towards the bits and pieces of Gung that were salvaged. Watching the dwarf's party slowly move the remnants to a corner and cover them with a drape they return to see the pity in the ghouls eyes.
"We are sorry for the loss of your friend brave ones, Horker was once an honorable warrior before this dungeons master got its claws into him. Stripped the poor man of his very being and fed it to a demon in exchange for a merciless warrior of death. One that even those he slew would rise once more to follow his purpose. If it helps we have the correct sites within this guild hall to create a proper dwarven funeral pyre, and are willing to create it while you deal with the whelps." Says Belzit respectfully as his hands move along his daggers when he mentions the floor bosses.
