Aust Thale
Adventurer
The dwarves look at each other with something akin to amusement and barely withheld judgement.
Sundered Dwarf 2: "We'll do that... but if we don't find him, we'll come back looking for you."
He says with a not-so-veiled threat. Together, the pair turn and make their way back into the alleys. As they walk away you overhear the bear-voiced one make a comment.
Sundered Dwarf 1: -Snorts- "What a weak elf."
Sundered Dwarf 2: -Chuckles- "Is there any other kind?"
[Aust: What do you do?]
Aust Thale:
~Not as weak as you think, my itinerant dwarves.~
Shaking his head quietly in the dark at the dwarven couple, Thale quietly continues his unpleasant task of disposing of the girl's body. The general gruffness of sundered dwarves was endemic; however, haughtiness in their kind could be as amusing as threatening. Elves were so much more able and willing to deliver withering insults. And this pair were either obtuse or slow; no matter, hopefully, they would be slow to encounter their quarry.
Moving back into the building that Jabbar and he shared, he laid the body gently on the floor next to several other bundles and stealthily fetched the wheelbarrow. He carefully placed the body into the wheelbarrow, placing another bag of refuse in with it. Yes, this would be worth the delay. He made for the sewers quietly but with haste. With any luck, he wouldn't run into any other night-owls.
Thale knew the challenges and risks associated with doing business in this place. Public order was a function of fear. Of the guards. Of the guilds. Of the Vul. They were the proverbial boogeymen. Rarely seen, and if seen, it was nearly always carnage. Having killed a were-rat might not rate as particularly dire; this wasn't a were-rat, though. This was a girl. Whatever serious mischief Jabbar and Avar were into, they weren't toting a dead girl to the sewer. He'd worry about them later. His "adventures", if one would call that, with Jabbar occasionally involved this kind of unpleasantness. However, he recalled only one other time he felt the wet-blanket feel of evil on what otherwise would have been a pleasant night.
He scanned the darkness with his infravision. Short of the undead and reptiles, he'd notice any creature before reaching him, shifting into the darkness and making himself look small before they would notice. Between his knowledge of the area and smuggling tricks, he'd make short work of this nasty task and move on to find Jabbar and Avar to explain before they came back.