Zavulon

Zavulon checked his sack one last time. he had what he needed.
The dwarf spoke of burying the dead and so he spoke, with his deep somewhat growling voice "we should burn them. We shouldnt waste our breath on digging, and scavenging animals might come to eat the bodies if theyre arnt digged deep." He looked straight at the dwarf with a nonchalant expression. "after we've checked them fer useful items"