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Over the last few days, a certain pecking order had been established.

There were the regular monsters at the very bottom, most of the dungeon-owners in the middle, and then Muste at the top, solely for a particular ability he possessed: the power to multiply food.

Who could do without food, after all? Who did not appreciate the near-infinite supply of bread that could be made from taking one piece of bread, doing some weird magic stuff, and then creating a full loaf of bread out of it? Zogi certainly appreciated it, even if he cut down on his own ration of rat-found bread for the purposes of making sure his fellow labourers got their share too...though it seemed like the kobold and naga were both more interested in the rats that delivered the bread, rather than the bread itself, while the treant was perpetually bemoaning the lack of a nutritious environment.

Indeed, while the other dungeon-owners cackled and schemed and pretended to work or didn't work at all, Zogi was noticing that in the frenzy to get the initial floor plans done...they hadn't actually gotten much done AND the regular monsters were getting extremely displeased. Though still loyal to the cause (no doubt because they too were bound to this dungeon), every call for a shift of digging to being was met with groans and moans rather than enthusiastic 'Got it, Boss!'s, and every shift after work was spent sullenly chewing on hard, unnatural bread before slinking off into a barren den to curl up and rest. It didn't make for a great mood, and from there, the goblin could see the opportunity.

There was loyalty to the dungeon, loyalty forced upon them by the shard of Authority...but there could also be personal loyalty too! If he could fulfill their needs, they would look upon him more favourably than the others! And with that, when the Green Tide came? Certainly, it would help if the common monsters sided heartily with him, not to mention the general benefits of high morale at the workplace to begin with!

Thus, after speaking with each monster in private and locating their centralmost complaints about the state of the dungeon, Zogi approached Muste as boldly as he could: keeping a low profile, plastering on a sycophantic smile, and clasping his hands together like a proper servant.

[b]"Boss,"[/b] he began, voice a pitch higher than normal, [b]"Y'see, the lads n I were wondering. It's pretty dangerous n all heading out to the woods, what with all the adventurers n all muckin' about. But Tall Frankie's missin' the green something' fierce, ye? An' we been short on sticks fer a fire too. Can't warm this place up without n, and cold bread's tastin' real old now. Now Johnny Scales, y'know him, snake-types love bakin', he says he'd keep the fire goin' on his breaks, so maybe, uh..."[/b]

He had just polished his nose for this, and his teeth had been scrubbed to a pale yellow too!

[b]"Could ya let us spruce up one o' dem side chambers? Few little trees, some rotted logs, patch o moss here n there? Keep the morale up, get somethin' relaxing for the eyes, and make the boys grateful ta serve the dungeon, see?"[/b]