Looking over the dwarf a little closer, those who were in the archery contest recognize him as a fellow contestant. Its Botch of Lortril Mountains, though he looks somewhat different from the contest. Its seems he is a lot cleaner than he presented himself in the contest. Besides the paper he has his armor, a mace and his holy symbol. Looking over his clothes you can see what looks like shedded hair from a mule. You can determine from where the concentration of mule hair is that he did not ride the animal but, he probably had much contact with the beast.

You find a nice spot under a large tree to bury the poor soul. Ian carves his name into the tree and sings his song. The rest of the night goes uneventful. You wake to a light rain that quickly turns the dry dust of the road into a sloppy mud pie.

OOC: Duras - I think taking ones equipment with honorable intentions would not be looked down upon by Rao.
He who walks in the shade shall never be the same.