"Okay. Okay, just..." Kirdra raises her hands and makes a motion as if pushing the air away. "make 'em hold together, somehow, we don't want a jumbled pile of bones. I'll go get a cart." As Kirdra heads out, she throws Harmund an apologetic look. "Sorry, friend. Air the place out. Uh, one part vinegar, two parts water, put that in a bowl near where the smell's strongest. Can use the stuff to rub furniture down, too."

Time to organize a cart, preferably with a horse. And shovels.