Honestly, I imagine this had to be thought about long and hard to think of these names.

Adalahud Trollbender
Orin Marblecutter
Vonin Silveraxe
Renbar Bronzehelm

Four new names?

Throw "beard" somewhere in ONE of the names, and you have a deal.

>LOOK around.

To the Northwest is Rhesusskinned, your beloved home that you left in search of ADVENTURE. You aren't exactly sure what ADVENTURE is, but you think you'll recognize it when you see it. To the East is a town of sorts called "Pittsburgh"... Ye gods this town MUST be human, who else could come up with such a stupid name for something?! Now a nice respectable name, something like Elephantgates or Irontomes, that would be proper. Anyway the only other discernible location on your map is some writing waaaaay off in the lower right-hand corner that reads: "Here be booty".
You immediately shudder and push this thought as far away into your subconscious as you possibly can! Killing a fellow dwarf in cold blood is one of the worst possible crimes you could ever commit! You remind yourself to ignore the part of your subconscious that even broached the idea for awhile. Many trees surround you. The road is well paved with cobblestone. Way off in the distance along the path you see a sign, which is unfortunately too far away to read at the moment. It is about noon. You see several birds flying south. You smell something dead.

>_

Go see if you can find what is dead. If not, start making your way to Pittsburgh til night falls.

>READ the sign first. It could warn of a major plague infestation in Pittsburgh. It would be just like those humans to contract a major plague.

>Go towards the sign, searching for any DEAD things as you go, and be wary. A Grue may pop out at any moment.

Grues only pop out when it's pitch black

Acquire additional alcoholic ales.

Alteration: Added alliteration.

>MORE ACCURATELY ASCERTAIN the source of the "dead smell."

♥♥♥♥ the dead smell
SET OUT TO THE "booty be heer" spot

Investigate dead smell in hopes that he a baseball bat comes out of nowhere toward our face and we eat ♥♥♥♥.

Because who wouldn't want that?

Whoever's swinging for the fences, slim.