Two days had passed since the brutal ambush. William was still bandaged from head to toe, rising with a painful clenching of his teeth. The Nightmare World's potions healed and rebuilt the body, but the wounds he had suffered were too deep to mend in such a short time. One of the jackal servants watched him from the corner of the room, and upon noticing he was getting up, she bowed in silence.
"Help me go to the blacksmith," William said as the servant nodded without question.
