I am truely touched, old friend. That thou would try to protect me from everyone pointing out my inadequacies. <sniffle>
Because I know thou art a sincere lover of fair sport, and since you have my gratitude for defending me, here is what I will do.
I will forget all the times thou teamed me with Culinane. For surely, it was only fair sport.
I will forget all the times thou teamed me with Sturge. Between the two of you, you are about as good as me, so, twas fair indeed.
I will forget all the times thou teamed me with Tryn as well, just because I am in a giving mood.
I will forget all the times thou ran the streets of my city killing my citizens.
All of this, I will forgive and forget, just because thou decided to change guilds. Hey, let us all pretend thou art not the same person who committed all these actions.
No, wait... screw that. I am still going to kill thee... a lot.
Sir Arthor, in justice, vengeance, honour and of course, Darkness.
Written by my hand on the 11th of Cloudburst, in the year 994.