Timoshko nods stoically. "Such is the way. They died as they lived- savagely. It is only fitting for us to claim the spoils."

With surprising tenderness, he bends down over the fallen Dwarf. He removes the helmet gently, before closing his slain companions eyes gently. "May you wake in the sun in a garden of rest," he sing-whispers, revealing for the first time a stunningly profound, mellifluous voice. After a few moments of quiet, gentle humming he rises. "I suppose you might prefer a cavern," he grumbles. Looking around the room he frowns deeply.

"It's unusual to have already brought vengeance upon a companion's killers. Saves us some time, at least." He shrugs, turning back to Hastur's still form. With gentle motions, he begins releasing the clasps that held the Dwarf's armor together, setting the pieces aside in a neat stack as he removes them. This done, he retrieves a blanket from a nearby bed and uses it to form a makeshift pallet and lies Hastur atop it. Finally, he retrieves a curved, gleaming blade and bows respectfully over the Dwarf. "Your power will live on," Timoshko utters, a solemn promise, before raising the blade overhead to begin cutting out his heart.

Spoiler: OOC
Show
I'm going to assume you guys interrupt Timoshko at some point. If not, He will ceremonially consume (sharing with anyone foolish enough that wants to partake) Hastur's heart; a genuine ritual of honor to the fallen.