"I think if one is going to be laid to rest here, they ought to be properly laid to rest. In a hole. Erosion is barely a thing here, if ever, so it would likely only have to be deep enough to cover them, though a normal-size grave would basically do it forever. I just wish they would have thought about that before dumping off their dead out in the open. They know people come here."

Lanestol was caught off-guard as Virium tripped and tumbled down the hill. By their guide's direction, he headed downhill as fast as was safe for him as he didn't want to become a second casualty on this excursion in such a short time. He kept one hand near the ground and leaned back as he made his way down so if he fell, he fell backward and could control his descent. He caught up several seconds after Virum stopped tumbling and came to rest past the base of the hill, a few feet from where the masses of trinkets began and, thankfully, still far enough away from the nearest body in the pile.

He knelt down to examine his cohort's injuries first. He took precaution to start healing him in case he was still alive. He thought he could sense a pulse at least, so he got straight to work. He could feel as various parts Virum broke on the way down mended quickly, as though the months otherwise required to heal sped up into within minutes. Broken ribs, collarbone fracture, wrist fracture, torn ACL...he had to work one injury at a time, though it wouldn't take more than a few minutes as he channeled his healing touch through his staff. He started work on the ribs first so they wouldn't pose a breathing issue.

"Can you still speak, Virum? Answer if you can respond."