The end of Conan?

[Conan Darkmoon]

*The clink-clank of shovels picking at frozen earth can be heard off in the distance* The Gravedigger olaf, turns to his son *motioning at the blanket covering the once great Grenadier, Conan Darkmoon.  Get that bugger in this here hole, boy! He screams.. As the boy walks towards the large sheet, he yanks it off and to his realization, the once broken and shattered body of the Covian Warrior completely gone.  Off in the distance, three hooded shadows can be seen hauling the body away... The son let's out a piercing scream, the three shadows reveale they're faces, those of Drow...
  Father! Screams the fat young gravedigger, they've taken him! The Drows have taken his body!  Blast! The old, experienced digger manages to mutter out of his lips, a chip and beer filled moustance moves, quickly as he speaks.. Well the baron will have our heads boy... but we'll jes say we buried him.. and that's that, eh?  Aye father the boy nods... although there was somethin weird about it all.. And what was that my son the curious old man asked.. Well Dah'... them drow.. they was talking to him while they carried em'... and he.. spoke back!