Poor Skalf was pounded into the turf by a Mummy in a meaningless game which the Alemakers won. The game itself was not meaningless, but victory was already at hand in turn 7 of the second half. Well, this is a lesson to you younger dwarves...don't begin celebrating victory prematurely. You see, they found Skalf's mug o' Nurlging betwixt his smashed hand and face when they dug him out of the turf. And the smell of liquor was strong on his dead breath. We all think Skalf was in a stupor and didn't see the big bag of bones coming.