After hours of running through the woods I finally spotted the fires outside the gates to the Vindelici Opidda in the distance.
I stopped to rest a moment and check the wound on my side. I could smell my own blood permeating the woodland scents in the air around me. If the blade had of been of normal crafting the wound it inflicted would have sealed already, but this blade was crafted at least in part with silver.
I could feel the burn of the miniscule shards of the mortality metal embedded in my flesh and bone. I could almost smell the literal burning of my own flesh as the silver ate away at me, opening up and deepening the wound with every passing moment. I could not tarry. Although weak from the slow lose of blood, I had to continue on, and urgently get this injury seen too.

As I stumbled towards the gates of my village I was accosted by the two guards.
“Halt! Who goes there?!” One of them exclaimed.
“It is I!” Was the only answer I could claim due to weakness.
Both guards recognized me as I slowly approached and they knelt down in respect.
From inside the gates Hyde saw they’re reaction and came towards us.
“Who have we here, Men?” He asked either of the guards as he strode forward.
But he recognized me before anyone could answer his question.
“Lord Vladimir! We weren’t expecting you back so soon!” He stated with surprise. “There is much to tell you, my Lord!” He spoke as he clasped my shoulder with an iron grip of comradary.
“Now I do not have the time nor the strength to deal with the affairs of the land!” I said as I lifted my shirt to reveal the gash across my ribcage.
“Silver, my Lord?!” He asked with shock.
All I could muster in reply was a nod before collapsing into his arms.