Why do these creatures get a better-looking house than I? Something must be done about this immediately. Minions! Come forth!
Gnarl: Tread lightly, Master, and make sure those Halflings never wake up!
Ah...there is nothing I like better than unwarranted and unsolicited property damage...as long as that property does not already belong to me. That food stash has to be in this building somewhere, and I shall wreck every last bric-a-brac in this building until I find it! I shall even get the lowly rats to fight for my cause.
Gnarl: The halflings have got holes everywhere! Seal them up and stop those over-grown weevils!
The last thing I need is more of those lousy halflings running around. As long as I can plug these holes, I will not have to worry about them chasing after us. They can bring their swords, their shields, and their spears, but as long as I have my disposable minions, I shall be unstoppable.
Hello...what is this? A glittering bag worth of gold? This is useless in the hands of the Halflings. I plan to...reposess it for more nob—er, nefarious purposes. Hey...hey! Slow down with that thing! These legs of mine are still adjusting to life on solid ground, you know. I cannot move as fast as you.
Prisoner: Please! Oh...please get us out of here! It's the wheel over there! I heard those Halflings say they're going to serve us to Melvin! Oh! I don't wanna be lunch!
Again with the "oh please help me!" If those halflings frighten you so much, just pick up a pitchfork and some torches and rise against them. They cannot possibly be that powerful, now! But this Melvin fellow...he needs a good talking-to. Prisoners are supposed to be enslaved, not consumed! Human meat is probably not that nutritious, anyway.
Are they growing a garden in this place? And what is with that giant pumpkin? Is this what that idiot scarecrow was afraid of? I mean...look at it? It is merely a pumpkin!
Gnarl: What a fine specimen! It must have taken them years to grow. Don't you just want to...smash it up?
And waste perfectly good food? I am an Overlord, not a barbarian! Still...this does not look like the food stash the humans were talking about. Maybe it is behind this door?
Gnarl: Seems that some careless Halfling has broken that wheel! You'll have to find the missing spokes before you can use it.
So they are learning...It is a rudimentary system that can be bypassed by anyone with the proper know-how, but at least they are learning. They would be wise not to leave them out in the open next time.
Gnarl: Good. Now, you'll need 12 minions to turn it!
12 minions? Ugh...now you tell me. Maybe I will find something in this house. What was under that pumpkin, again! No, no...don't destroy it!
(The minions destroy the large pumpkin and uncover a glowing cylindrical object, and then carry it to the Tower portal)
Gnarl: You can now control 15 minions. 15! That's double the number of brain cells in the average sheep!
I highly doubt the sheep have that many, Gnarl. Oh, who cares? The turnstile is fixed! Time to crack this sucker open like a pinata and reveal what's inside...
