A Heavy Apology from a Sober Heart...

[Capri Aquari]

Folks o' Ralinwood...

This Chief been doing some real thinkin', some real jaw-flappin'.

Much all happened during those few days we trekked and stayed at the new location,

we fought, we worked, we learned, and we did what we always do when shit hits the fan, we came together.

A few things occurred to strain the lines that be connecting us all, things that be blown past how they shoulda been handled or reacted to.

I need ta apologize to ya'll fer my words and fer my rage,

as folks no doubt be knowing by now much of me supply of alcohol was stolen and it sent me into a right fury, then word o' the haunt of the tavern was gone hit and the rage continued.

As I rampaged 'round shouting and fuming I did me a good amount of raging at nearly everyone,

it weren't right and it be a harsh thing ta realize after all this time how much it be doing to some folk.

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I be sorry for my words, and my actions during me bender 'round town.

Alcohol can be remade and herbs can be regrown but the connection between me self and ya'll is something that takes much more ta manage and maintain.

It be takin' Soul, Heart, and the wisdom ta know when one does wrong, it took a real strong and real wise Shaman ta teach and bring me mind ta that groove and so I be doin' what be right and taking the first step.

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In the coming month those who wish to sit and do some speaking or share in some simple company to put minds at ease,

I welcome ya with open arms.

The camp of Crossroads stands for the coming together of many folks and the respect of each other, so let that stand true and come ta me if ya wish.

Once again I be putting this out to you all,

I apologize for all I did and said.

May all our souls burn bright and our bellies never empty.

Southern Chief of the Brewlords, Capri the Never-Sober