Eulogy for Dantroe

To be honest, I can't say we ever really knew the lad. I mean, who can ever really know another person and all that rubbish, but I think that was even more true for Dantroe.

He was a quiet lad, and I say that to his credit. He let his actions speak for him, and whether those actions were good or bad, they spoke loudly.

He was a brave lad, even if he didn't always have the best sense of strategy. Always in front, he was, the first to charge the enemy and the last to give up. I guess, really, that if I were to guess how he'd die, this was it.

You fought bravely, lad, right up to the end. Against a foe a damn sight bigger than you, with a hell of a lot more time to get used to being a dragon, you fought like the mad bastard you were.

But now you're fight is over. And though most of us here follow Pelor, there's not one of us that doesn't believe you've made it to Moradin's halls. And that, in those halls, you're drinking all the finest Dwarven ale with the randiest Dwarven women you ever denied yourself in life.

And I hope you know that your sacrifice brought us victory, and when we're out of here, we'll raise a glass in your honor.

Good luck to you, lad, and may Moradin watch over your soul's journey. Rest well, and know that your part in this is done, and done well.