On hearing the news, the dwarf sighs heavily and goes over to the still unlit fireplace. Raking out some cold ashes he smudges and dulls his ceremonial armour, shield and battle hammer. Meticulously he puts on his armour, then reaches into a chest and takes out a small ceremonial hammer made of the purest gold. He hangs it from his belt, picks up his shield and battle hammer and steps out of the house to make the short pilgrimage to the burial well.
At the well, he notes the evidence of other mourners, and stands in silence for some time, honouring the memory of the old Dwarf. As the morning light from the Crystal brightens, He snaps to attention and Salutes before driving the haft of his battle hammer into the ground and hanging his shield from the head.
Taking the gold hammer from his belt, he raises it to the crystal and finally speaks.
"Farewell Proglin Unser, may the gods smile on your endeavours in the next realm, may your purse and your belly always be full"
Swinging the gold hammer around his head, he hurls it into the depths of the Burial well, praying that it finds it's way to Proglin's side. He bows his head, then picks up his Shield and hammer. He salutes once more, then turns away to return to the house, to restore his equipment to the perfect condition that a guild master and leader of dwarves would expect.
