[ WP ] You have an important role in the Evil King 's army . You can make treasure disappear until all of the minions in a room are dead . The only problem ? You are only ever a few steps ahead of the hero .

`` Get out!!'' 
 The hero dodged sideways as a pot rushed past his ear. `` Get Out!'' I shrieked again, scrambling for another makeshift projectile. I was outraged. I had always took pride in my work for the Dreadlord, scrambling from room to room, making sure that the heroes had adequate incentive for his games. Sure, I always cut the work a little close but I always managed to keep ahead of where the heroes would be. Until now. 
 
 `` You are an odd creature'' he levelled his sword at me, `` Are you one of the Dreadlord's servants?'' 
 `` Yes,'' I responded, spraying spittle toward him, `` And you are ruining my work!'' This hero had some nerve, bursting in and spoiling all my hard work. Did he not realise the toil I had been through to make his experience fulfilling? Did he not care for the bountiful rewards? Or the intricate selection of the monsters he faced, the traps laid before him? Did he not appreciate my hard work!? 
 
 `` Go back. Everything will be ready when you return, just go.'' I growled. I made an effort to be intimidating which was no easy feat. The hero frowned. 
 `` Ready? What do you do?'' 
 
 Ah! Progress! `` Whenever the Dreadlord challenges a hero to his game, I am always there.'' I spoke proudly `` There to make sure that each room is prepared and populated with magnificent treasures to find and vile monsters to fight.'' It felt good to finally get that off my chest. But the hero's frown deepened. 
 `` Why though?'' he asked. 
 
 `` I've always enjoyed it. I like the feeling of design, of control. I like feeling that my efforts are providing someone with a legitimate challenge. Besides,'' I said, feeling rather bold, `` The Dreadlord rewards me handsomely for my services.'' Those words brought a new light to the hero's eyes. A light I was not certain I liked. 
 
 `` Really?'' He asked, running a finger across his blade and grinning, `` How much?''
