Darion sat on a plush chair, as it was due to his station as overseer of the worker elves and watched with mounting horror as the worker elves rebelled. Well, if you ask grandpa Thinker and grandma Thinker, they weren't rebelling.
They were speaking their minds.
It was the first meeting of the Alerion Worker Syndicate, and the elves were using the opportunity to extort (read plead) for more privileges (read basic rights) from their generous overlord (read grandpa Thinker).
The gremlin didn't understand why this was needed. They received a roof over their heads for the night, if not for the day, and pay in the form of food.
Why did they need to get actual money too?
The nerve of these money grabbers! They had no work ethic. No respect for the overlord! He was going to lower their rations as soon as he could get away with it.
