"It will never properly heal. The dagger itself was cursed. I bled and bled, and they left me for dead beside Augusta’s body, dumping both of us in the forest for the animals. I managed to crawl to a nearby stream and was able to survive by drinking from it when I wasn’t unconscious. I don’t know how long I remained there, but when I finally had the strength to return to Augusta’s home, I found it destroyed by fire. Nothing was left. I’ve wandered ever since, avoiding other people as much as possible and stealing what little food and clothing I could."