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In hindsight, I realize that leaving you stranded at the gates was not the finest display of friendship. It was more of a "every goblin for themselves" moment, and for that, I sincerely apologize. If it's any consolation, I was probably screaming like a banshee while running for my life, so at least you weren't alone in spirit.
Please forgive my cowardly antics and know that I'll make it up to you with copious amounts of ale and an embarrassing tale to recount for generations to come. After all, what are friends for if not to abandon each other in the face of certain doom?
Yours apologetically,
An Absolute Anus of a Goblin
I'm writing to extend my sincerest apologies for my recent disappearing act, which I can only describe as an epic fail of goblin proportions. I mean, who knew that running away would involve such a hilarious misadventure? Apparently, I missed the memo on sticking together like a dysfunctional goblin family.
In my defense, when faced with the impending doom lurking at the gates, my survival instincts kicked in faster than a caffeinated squirrel. I may have left you behind in a moment of sheer panic, but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, right? And in my defense, I'm not exactly renowned for my heroic deeds.