"My name is Micheal, It is a full moon tonight, yes?...." he looked at her, ".... well... it will be found out by tonight so... I am a werewolf, I was locked up and cursed because they were frightened of me" he looked at the cage and knife near it, "I was going to end it the night they took me and placed me in my own dungeon, I have not aged from 24 for 500 some years, do to the curse the Magi placed on me of course." He looked over at her, "I invite you to come see my transformation if you have a strong enough stomach, it will show you the beast I am." he said in a low tone, fueled by his distaste for himself and shame of what he has become he looked away from her toward the cage and lay there, staring at it waiting for the next night to come, "Remember what I said about rest? well it is a double full moon meaning I will turn tonight, and tomorrow night..." he laughed self consciously "No rest for the weary am I right?, or in this case the Lycan..." he said sadly depressed by himself.