The prisoner called for me today, and I had the dubious privilege of listening to his confession. Separated from him by narrow iron bars that I knew would be insufficient to protect me, I took down his words with a trembling hand. "But with youth comes recklessness, and I was not good at disguising what I was. Eventually they discovered my true nature, and I was driven from the village. "My packleader failed me. He did not protect me. He cared too much about his own status to risk it for my sake. I was alone. "At last my hunger was satisfied.