Dreary Days of a Dungeon Slave

Emotionless smiles haunt the faces of the workers biding their time until they until they get promoted to bigger and better things.  As the children bumble in and out of the park, their faces light up as we call them prince or princess.  They love it when we curtsy or bow to them in recognition.  There is never a good balance of the number of workers during a night.  There is always too few or far too many.