Divine Journey

Heimir grunted as he crawled out from under the pile of foul-smelling earth that had buried him.
"Wow, what the heck was that?" - the dwarf examined himself; there was no serious damage.
Then he saw Reynold and Maya, walked over to them, and along the way tried to rouse the other injured, but they didn't react - they were in a deep faint.
- What was that? - he asked those who were conscious.
- And what's wrong with your shoulders? - Heimir noticed that Trast's collarbone had an unnatural shape.

- You're lucky, it's just a scratch, - Siegfried continued, not letting him say a word. - Nevertheless, the wound should be isolated. Let me...
Nyx tore off the sleeve of his shirt, carefully chose the cleaner side, and performed a small bandage. All this time, the man just breathed heavily.

He has a fractured scapula, see the first posts.