A dwarf is lying on the ground, staring into the dark sky. He doesn't seem to have any severe wounds, but his

A dwarf is lying on the ground, staring into the dark sky. He doesn't seem to have any severe wounds, but his trembling whisper is weak, as though he were at death's door. "Groetus... I can sense your silhouette hovering over me... It won't be much longer... Soon, we shall meet, oh lord of oblivion..."