On the Run Again

Have been on the run several days now ever since I had to sneak out of camp after having kneed Braegar in the crotch.  He will not be singing duclet bass tones for anytime soon.  The madness.  He took it too far. His audacity.  There was little else that could be done.  Well he got what was coming to him.  It was not as if I had not told him no a hundred times.  I am sorry that I did not even get to say goodbye to Sveta though.  I will miss her dearly.  Alas, another true friend gone like dew from leaf in hot summer.