The hole required for such a small one is not onorous, even in such soil, and Stu quickly has the hole dug. He nods at Jas' comment.
Yes. I remember my tribe fighting a band of skinny lizards for ownership of a cave. Skin like nails. Stank like death. Nasty.
He roughly and dispassionately strips anything of possible value from the gnome's body before carrying him to the hole.