The Dread Greatsword Soulspike Was Safely Stored in His Employee Locker

"Doug, we need to talk," said Julie. She tugged on Draknar's spiked forearm gauntlet. "Come on into the huddle room."

Inside, Julie slid a form across the table. Underlined blanks were filled in with pen. "I hate to give a written this early," Julie said, "but I feel like you aren't listening otherwise."

Draknar held the paper between two metal-clad fingers. It began to scorch around the edges. "No," he mumbled. "I'm going to do this right." With an effort, he calmed himself.

"Speak up, Doug. Honestly," said Julie. "You're not the overlord here. You need to accept honest criticism."