The gentry like to play their games, as a cat plays with its prey. When we step outside the boundaries, we are subject to their rules. You are not the one who left the safety of the path. It was not your decision, and the aftermath is not your responsibility. You attempted to help as a child. You refused to play as an adult. Keep iron on your person, and salt by your threshold. Those who dwell outside do not give up on those they have placed a mark on willingly.