The next stop on our impromptu virtual tour of the Paizo offices brings us to the conference room, where brains are racked and PCs are slain. A long, wide table dominates the center of this room. Windows tinted against prying eyes march above rows of low cabinets filled with terrain and chairs that sit pressed against the walls. Vast armies of miniatures stand attentively atop nearly every surface, scattered in ways that make sense only to the room’s various GMs. A whiteboard hangs from the southern wall, unholy script and mysterious symbols scratched across its face, plots just as likely to be the mad schemes of managers and editors as wizards and demons.
