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the lord is bowled over by the force of the magic, which seems to do more damage to his men than aggoth's flame breath, though they imediately turn around to the cries of "save the shrubbery you idiots! hurry!" the men returning to their fort while the nearest peasant pokes his head out of the window, saying evenly "he won't be back for a while. the lord loves his shrubbery so he'll probably spend a few days trimming it. you lot from around here?"