"Ahem.
For all the excruiating terrible press we have been receiving, the Trollbark Legionnaires would like to hold an open holding event on this end-of-ten-day for you and your (sweet, delicious) children to see for yourselves how welcoming we are. Along with an open (person) barbecue, we shall be having a midway and a games tent (like bowling with orc-heads) open to the public. If naught else, we wish to clear our names (and drench our palates) to have a more profitable and satisfying (in so many ways) life for all involved."
Signed,
Kneibroat Szuoaszdam
denizen of The Trollbark Forest
post script: "eat lots of mint, garlic, and cloves before you arrive. you'll have a far more aromatic presence."
[ 06-28-2006, 03:43 PM: Message edited by: Mozenwrathe ]
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