"If a dead dwarf's up there, with only his pinky finger stickin' through, clawing all help me —"

He stoops to let Viktor clamber into place, piggyback-style. gotta be cautious, what with the bird bones. Not too cautious, though, because he swings up abrupt as soon as he's half-settled, tilting toward the door at a dangerous angle. Don't bonk your head.

There isn't a dead dwarf. There are about three hundred years of accumulated dust, debris, and dead bugs.