Eyes narrow, jaw clenched, Stanley trudges past a hobgobwin piker into his new office. The hobgobwin's yellow skin is offset by black pants and red-and-gold greaves and pauldrons. The doorway is innately decorated silver-on-red with a gold dwagon and a bright white light near the top of each side. Inside the room are thick red columns set with one light each and with great golden dwagons snaking around them. On the wall behind are draped half-loops of red curtains over well-lit paintings.
Narrator: But as an Overlord, life is more the awful, crushing burden of power and greatness.