The interviews continued..
Ragnar, the Director of Industry, sat behind his desk, rubbing his temples. The Great Jernheim Talent Search had yielded excellent results for Chemistry and Infrastructure, but the final critical ministry was proving to be a headache.
The Ministry of Public Health.
"Why do we need a Minister of Health?" General Bjorn asked, leaning against the wall and picking his teeth with a splinter. "If a man dies, he goes to Valhalla. If he lives, he works. It is a simple system."
"It is an inefficient system," Ragnar corrected, looking at the mortality charts Gyda had prepared. "We are losing 15% of our workforce to 'Camp Fever' (Dysentery) and 'Lung Rot' (Pneumonia). A dead worker cannot pay taxes, Bjorn. And a sick worker produces 40% less iron."
Ragnar pointed to the door. "Send in the finalists."
Two people entered the room. They couldn't have been more different.
