Henchling Enforcer

Baron Fyatt has imposed a 50% tax on the citizens of the Chaos Empire, and the henchling enforcers are his muscle charged with exacting it.

From the lowliest of hovels to the grandest of castles, these pint-size provocateurs go door to door, making sure the price is paid. And when their bags are filled and their wagons can hold no more, they return to the capital of Tovingor, where native coins are melted down and reminted as Chaos marks.

The pay is good, and henchlings have a proclivity for celebrating their wages at local taverns. But for some reason, it takes more and more marks to buy a mug of ale these days.