Kalamitus considered her proposal for a long while. This whole business of being able to give the unionists what they wanted, and yet make them hate wanting it, was pure evil beyond comprehension. Kalamitus practically shook in envy that he hadn't thought of it first. However, the benefit of being Dark Lord over Aldaria meant he could claim credit for the plan.
"Right. Great idea, me! How insightful! Valeria, I've just had the most brilliant idea...." You know where this is going. "So, in short, in order to give them better working conditions, some repairs are going to be necessary around the castle, particularly involving the Boulder Room." Ah the Boulder Room. It was a pesky room, considering the fact that one couldn't step inside it without being crushed by the giant rocks that fall from the mountain paths that wrap around castle Grayfemur. Having the werewolves patrol that area, and make repairs to the damages caused by said falling rocks, would invariably instill better working conditions.....after a few initial casualties, of course. He would also get his precious decapitations this way, claiming incompetence on the part of the work foremen. He could just imagine those conversations: Workplace casualties on your watch? What kind of foreman are you? Imbecile! *thwak*. Ahhhh. He got chills just from thinking about it, which really said something considering he was a walking corpse composed of fiery skin.
He turned to Valeria. "Get the word out immediately, Valeria!" he ordered, "Meanwhile, I have a game of Grottos and Giants with the henchmen that needs attending to." With that, he strode away, tattered cape and a rather grotesque cloud of flatulence billowing behind. He perked his ears as the sounds of a goblin choking to death on its own vomit traversed the airwaves. He laughed his maniacal laughter, coughing a bit at the end, looking around to make sure no one had seen that bit of embarrassment.