Id Landsyrups, the Governor of Powerwork, walked the deep, quiet halls. She was estatic; she had plenty of food, though no booze, and no annoying paperwork.
She wandered down to the river and had a drink. To the south, she could have seen the steam of endless waves of lava cooling in the river, but she did not care to look. She returned to her palatial room, a room grand despite the thick carpet of discarded dross and stone rubble. Visible over this, however, was the wall-to-wall work of one with far too much time on one's hands. Hundreds of stone bracelets, stacked in teetering towers, filled the chamber.
She gazed happily at the mounds of hand-made jewelry- made by hands that are now, of course, burned to ash- and turned to leave once again to stalk the halls and find a new trinket, or perhaps a bite to eat.
Oddly, the door was stuck. Oh well, one of the servants would be along to fix it soon. Perhaps the peasant could clean up this mess here, too. She couldn't get her hands dirty doing menial labor, of course. She did not even think of the condition of the servants- though if she saw them she might feel they where rather dirty indeed.
She paced back and forth in her chambers, gazing happily on her many fine bracelets.
She began to organize them.
In her room, she realized that her polite requests for a proper crown- she's a Governor, after all- and for some nice clear glass baubles, had been ignored. she was rather annoyed by this, but all in all still quite fine.
She decided that it was really only fair that if she couldn't have a crown, nobody could- so she informed everyone who was listening that crowns would now cost 149% of what they formerly did. This was highly unlikely to disturb anyone, however.
She paced some more and beamed at the piles of detritus and bracelets.
Perhaps soon after, she became hungry.
...
She sat in the corner, speaking, muttering idle chatter and veiled threats at the stonecrafter who stayed on the wall, holding his newly-crafted scepter high above. Perhaps she realized in some portion of her mind that the stonecrafter was in fact washing around in liquefied ash along the floor of some still orange-glowing hallway. She did not seem to, though,
After a while, he began to tell her about the wonderful new thing he had invented- it was a combination of a Crown, a Scepter, and a delicious roast. She mandated seven of them and waited for the caravan in the north wall to deliver them.
...
She was soon even hungrier.
What a Fine Cabinet that is-, she thought.
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