"Two words," Taurog
mutters. "Affirmative action.
When the sleaze originally came here looking
for work I turned him down. Later, a so called
"emissary of Thrall" shows up, claiming that
this region is subject to a new Affirmative
Action program his holiness wanted put in
place. Now I'm no idiot, but when a horde
emissary is sent to an uninhabited portion
of the barrens where no form of trade or employment
even exists outside of this bar, I tend to
get a little confused."
"Given my status with the horde is less than precarious, I tend to not want to make too many waves. So I agreed to hire this flubnut on at a reduced salary. I don't think he ever wanted the job as anything other than a cover story to push his wares and deals. Makes his demons do most of the cooking. Casualties are down to an all time low since he got that new imp Daglop working for us. Oh, avoid the chicken wings."
