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[ring_boy]

*steps back and grins his colgate grin as he looks at the new shop-front for the premises of his latest venture:*

Isildur's Heroic Gardens!

Garden centre and landscape gardeners, tree surgery a speciality.

*sits outside and wait for business* :D

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[_saeros]

*saunters past*

*reads the sign*

A mortal as a tree expert. Pfffffffffft.

[ring_boy]

Hello there? Can interest you in some fertilizer? They're on offer. It's a real big pile of horseshit for one low, low price!

[_saeros]

Only a mortal needs horse shit to make a tree grow. I'm a Nandorin elf, you moron. We have more sophisticated methods. I doubt you will find a lot of customers here, mortal.

[ring_boy]

. . .

But the plants like it. And it's not a waste, otherwise it would just lie around and stink the place up.

[_saeros]

And you really believe anyone would pay for it? Oh, there might just be enough stupid mortals around for this to work.

[ring_boy]

>:|

*takes a gardening-glove and slaps you with it before throwing it on the ground in front of you*

You sir have insulted my honour. I challenge you.

[_saeros]

*haughty glare*

*saunters off*

[ring_boy]

HA! A coward! Victory is mine! *preens* :D