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"Hey Slug-foot," Keth's voice rich with friendly joviality, "what's yer uncle on about, all these traps and the like? None too kindly to those that wants to pop in fer a spell." Keth gave the gnome a lop-sided grin, as if setting Billy up for the punch-line.

This'll be good fer a laugh

I hope they don't suffer, being released and all. Maybe they a'ready passed on, no bats in the belfry, like. Be awful t'be trapped in there and moved around 'ithout any say in th' matter. Lyrev'd prolly know. Bet it's written up and I've read it and forgotten. Penance t'do for that. Should know. Their souls should have some'un more fit than me to shepherd them on. Couldn't bear to have them waitin' in pain 'cause I couldn't be bothered t'be more dil'gent in my duties...

Placing the remains gingerly into separate sacks, then neatly in a corner with a whispered prayer and blessings, "Damnation and my sword on the cuss what disturbs these bones."
His voice booming with righteous authority, "These folks deserve better than rotting here in this cursed place. They'll be buried in peace as we leave and you'll pay your due respects."
Keth met the eyes of each merc in turn, putting the full threat of his physical prowess behind his words.

After a moment he turned to check in with Lyrev.