I’m sorry to deceive you, but I sent you out on those three silly errands so that I could go bat-poop crazy and take the ring — you know, the one you’ve painstakingly assembled over the course of weeks — straight to EnemyVille. Please enjoy this complimentary spit in your face.
Oh, buddy. I’m sorry, but now it’s ON.
And people wonder why I hate elves. It’s because of crap like this. Seriously, Turbine better give me the option to show this pointy-ear the backside of my hand when we next meet, because that’s how I like to roleplay.