The first thing Darion did was to get the layout of the cave. He was disappointed. This was a farm, nothing more and nothing less.
Where were the traps? Where were the murdering mobs?
The most dangerous living creatures were the murder muffins. They were incredibly lazy, though. The ants had to carry fish steaks to them because the murder muffins couldn't be bothered to get up from their places by the wood stove.
At first Darion had thought that the cats were sick, but an hour-long chase with him as the prey had taught him that it was not so. The ants were true workers, but they abandoned the dungeon in waves.
The male ants were useless, and the two children seemed to think that the ants breed in pairs. Darion had to write them a book one of these days. Oh, to have such masters was a nightmare.
At least they had plenty of mana and money. Not as much as the supreme overlord, but the lesser overlord had enough to turn this place around.