Maybe they are better off without me. I need a break from all of this. I am getting careless; I return with fewer companions each time I venture out. I can’t help but feel it is my own fault even though they know the danger into which we head each time we leave this town. I could have urged more strongly, I could have led them the wrong way and hoped that they would not notice.
Perhaps some strong drinks, some cards and the company of strangers will settle my mind.