"I have a couple of questions." Fendros said, wiping the juices of his breakfast from his lips, "Firstly, what are we hunting? And, how do I transform? The last time it was very much beyond my control. In fact, I didn't think I could have any control over the beast." Fendros didn't make much eye contact. If he were frank, then he would admit that he didn't like the idea of transforming again. The last time, it was simply looking through the eyes of a single-minded hunter, ripping and tearing away at whatever it found. It didn't make Fendros any calmer that it was a fact of life for him now. [i]As long as I don't kill anyone... but how would I control that?[/i] Fendros thought, [i]Does the beast know where Cheydinhal is? Where the vineyard is?[/i]