Rurik takes in the stench of death for not the first time in his life, abruptly turns around, and leaves the room.
"S'a powerful lot a' burial work once we clean this place out. Wouldn't wanna have the job, thass for sure."
Heading toward the other end of the hall, Rurik turns behind. "C'mon, then. Ain't nothin' we can do for 'em, 'cept fer their killers ta meet justice," he says, patting his axe.
Then he stops, about 20 feet out into the hallway. "Hold up. Warn't there a door inside? I gotta check. And jus' in case, there might be survivors, we c'n gettem outa here and with Bron outside the fort. I can handle it, if'n ya can't stand it in there."