We don't have a formal religion like the surfacers do, but we have a sort of ancestor-worship thing going. 'Dwarves who lead a strong and noble life are said to strengthen the Stone when they die, becoming one of the Ancestors. Those who are ignoble or disgraced would weaken the Stone and are therefore rejected by it for all eternity.' Like that's any real threat, when casteless already 'pollute the Stone', you know?

...anyway, we have the body now. It's time to make this right.

[Aren crouches by the body, and the scene blurs a bit. When it's clear again, there are two pyres, with Cailan and Duncan lying atop each. She draws out her blade, and flame wreathes it just as it goes in the waking world.]

Atrast nal tunsha. 'May you always find your way in the dark'. [Stepping forward, she lights the pyres with her sword, then steps back as the flames start to spread.]

They're not dwarves. I probably should have said something about the Maker, but I don't really know the Chant of Light well enough to quote it.