[ WP ] With fewer adventurers coming to the dungeons these days , an evil overlord considers budget cuts .

`` So we're down 10 foolish souls from last month, the spike trap is getting duller by the day, and blood'donations' are down 30 % from the previous week.'' Pennypinch the goblin exclaimed. `` At this rate we're going to be out of business in the next 6 months!'' 
 
 `` I wo n't tolerate these numbers any longer!'' Malucin the Dark Lord pounded his fiery fist upon his desk. `` What happened to the days of old, when every Prince Charming and Sir Lancelot would waltz through here all high and mighty, get a few rooms into the dungeon, and then die a horribly painful death?'' 
 
 `` Sir, if I may..'' Crag the Cyclops, Keeper of the Beasts and Malucin's right hand, was actually fairly intelligent for his kind. `` We need to start considering alternatives. Adventurers are growing was to the same day in and day out dungeon. We need to modernize our current facilities of doom.'' 
 
 `` No! Sire Crag's far fetched modern philosophies will only increase our problems. Tradition will always be the right path. It's what our fathers before have done, and it's held up just fine.'' Barowyn the Dark Wizard, advisor to the Dark Lord had a certain distaste for Crag, jealous of his position in Malucin's cabinet. `` I have seen the future, and all we need is a dragon! Adventurers love dragons! We'll have them wandering in by the thousands.'' 
 
 `` Tredar SMASH puny mortals!!'' Tredar was an incredibly large but stupid behemoth, in charge of, well as he puts it, Smashy Things. `` Tredar crush all adventurers, then they come in.'' 
 
 `` QUIET all of you!'' Malucin roared as fire bellowed from his wings and mouth. `` I have heard your suggestions, but it is time we consider budget cuts. I wo n't have this business go down in flames because we ca n't get a few knights in shining armor through the gates. If we take a little from each chamber we should be able to still function. It just wo n't be the same. I need something that can really get the people going! Something..something that could flood these rooms with eager participants. But what....'' 
 
 Then from the corner of the room, a small voice spoke up. It came from Fangor, a demon servant to the Dark Lord. `` My lord....have you considered an outside hire?'' The voice vanished as softly as it had come. Fangor was the smallest of his demon brothers and was made well aware of it. 
 
 `` Why you...'' Barowyn raised his staff as it started to glow a deep crimson. `` How dare you enter his Dark Lord's chambers uninvited! I will cast you back to the pits from which you came!'' Just as Barowyn was about to strike, Malucin jumped in front of it and absorbed the blow, a mere itch to him. 
 
 `` Stop Barowyn! The little imp may have a point. It's at least the one sensible idea that has been spoken this entire meeting. You there, demon. What is your name?'' 
 
 `` Fangor sir, son of Deaddrift the Foul, servant to your Dark Lordship.'' Fangor cowered down in fear, Malucin looming over him, analyzing each part of him. They say the Dark Lord can see every intent of your soul just by looking at you. 
 
 `` Your father served me well in his time Fangor. That is the only reason I staved Barowyn's staff. Now tell me... where shall we aquire this... outside hire?''
