Rannock's bushy brow furrows as he mulls Jenneleth's news;
"So the lad has gone hunting for the dead... The dead my faith routed..."
He sighs, running his calloused hand through his bushy beard;
"My deity is Grunnundergön, who is the god of creation and under the earth. Anything risen from it should be returned to it... by hammer or spell... That is my responsibility and mine alone..."
The dwarf grabs his pack, and nods grimly;
"I'll find him. Find the dead, and return when its done. Now make ye haste, and protect this fair maid as we have been charged. May the Hammerer protect us all!"
With that the priest marches purposefully in the direction Jenneleth had pointed toward as Eireichdail's course.