"Gettin' ready to carve out the Master Dining Hall and what do we find? It's smack dab against a vein of mithril ore. You know what happens when you start digging mithril, right? We ain't doing that for no union scale!"

I used to work at the old IBM buildings in Austin; there were a few halls that went around a few corners only to dead-end. With a bunch of spare desks and chairs piled against the end wall.