If Taako is hoping to play upon Carlisle's conscience, he'll find the clergyman has more than enough guilt already; he'll have to get in line.

"She knows where my garden is," he answers flatly, his eyes narrowing just before he turns his back to the elf to head further into his garden, the coilers around his shoulders releasing him without much strain. He has work to do. "And should she wish to speak with me, she may do so herself. The orchard is not under my purview."