Digging and picking, seeding and chopping. All the monotonous events of the day blurred together, becoming one long hot session of work. Rughoi looked out from under the haze of dust at the other workers. Most of them kobold, like he is, but all regular sized. They, he knew all too well, would work until they drop, then further still, and for what? A scruple of low value coins, and a kind word if the farmers were the kind sort. [i]When this is all mine[/i], he promised himself, hacking away at stalks of wheat with renewed vigor. [i]When this is all mine. Everyone shall bow in equal measure. I will be - no, AM, they just don't realize yet - Emperor of All I See, Prince of the Desert Itself.[/i] The thought made him smile despite the heat. [i]Everyone shall bow.[/i]