Not seeing any danger at the moment, Flint gets on one knee and starts examining the fallen troglodyte warrior.
"Bwah, they needin' to learn 'bout cleanliness," the dwarf says as he turns his nose away in disgust from the smell. Despite his revulsion, he studies the armor the reptilian creature is wearing; whether is seems dwarven-made or crudely fashioned, and whether the stink would be removed easily.