Hmph. We work all day, down in the dungeon, slaving over the hot coals, restocking the acid pit, cleaning out the spike trap, swabbing down the trick razor stairs, mucking out the orcs' wardroom, picking up goblin underwear, pulling ourselves out of the moat, and do we get a nice supper or a word of thanks? No. "Evil minion stink" he sez. If I could get the union organized we'd show him.