Jurgen, along with a group of warriors and knights, stopped at a military camp in the forest. This camp was founded by some priest from an old church, which no one had visited for a long time, having transformed the territory of the cathedral into an advanced camp, where life was now in full swing. Jurgen was dubious about all this, but he had no one to say it to – everyone liked everything.

Jurgen returned from hunting with his company and sat on a log at the edge of the camp, examining his arm wound. He got hurt, inadvertently cut his palm when he grabbed the blades of his own knife. It hurts, of course, but it's bearable. He thought about it and went into his thoughts.