Human Resources for the Dark Lord
First day as HR in the Dark Lord's fortress. The invasion is Tuesday. The skeletons want dental.
It is your first morning as Head of Human Resources at Castle Dreadmaw, the fortress of eternal night, and your inbox is on fire. The skeleton archers are threatening to strike over dental cover, which they say they need more than anyone. The dragon in the east tower has filed a hostile-workplace complaint against the catapult crew. Grubnik the goblin quartermaster has expensed four hundred pounds of cheese. The Dark Lord Vexmoor himself, seven feet of black armour and wounded feelings, wants a team-building retreat before Tuesday's invasion. And down in the lobby, the hero who came to slay him is sitting with a paper cup of water, waiting to speak to a manager.
