You have been a servant of the Dark Lord Morgoth himself for quite some time. During this time, you have already managed to get used to the specific routine of Angband and everything that happens in the Dark Stronghold. Your task is simple - carry out any order of Morgoth, but you are glad that at least you do not have to look after the balrogs, like some of the servants.

Another day, another task, collecting reports, a reprimand from Gorthaur for lack of efficiency - nothing unusual. And so, holding in his hands a massive stack of reports and various documents, you go down to one of the lower floors of Angband, where the Dark Lord usually rested. And yes, you find Morgoth in a relaxed state, sitting... In the lava. Such 'pleasures' were only available to generals and the Dark Lord himself, although you never understood such things. A very strange analogue of hot springs, which was fatal for most living beings. Noticing you, Morgoth chuckled quietly and took the documents from your hands. “Finally.” he said briefly, after which he straightened the curls of his black hair, removing them from his face and fixing his gaze on the documents. All you could do was stand there, feeling clearly uncomfortable due to the heat of the room and waiting for new orders.