Urist knows nothing of Elvish mourning rites and senses his presence at the grave site would be superfluous. He keeps watch a short distance apart from the others, taking advantage of the lull in the action to unwrap his bandages and check for signs of gangrene. Squishy sniffs at the wounds and wags...
"Your weapons are useless! Get out of the way so Olaf can join the fight!" hisses Highbough. He doesn't mean himself of course: he continues to attack with his magic spear.
Highbough will join the combat once it appears melee is inevitable. He fights patiently, not being the first to rush into battle, and using his spear's superior reach to advantage.
Highbough's harsh words in the infernal tongue cut through the howling wind like nails on a chalkboard: "SPIRIT OF AIR! WE HAVE LIBERATED YOU FROM YOUR WOLF-CAPTORS! JOIN WITH US, AND YOU WILL HAVE YOUR REVENGE!"
"A fine vessel, Olaf! Wen and I have memorized the detection spells we discussed, and Ulric has brought his scrying device,", says Highbough. "Shall we chase down these wolf-men and find out what they know?"