Glumwort wrinkled her tiny nose at her current predicament. She had vague recollections of a penthouse apartment and owning lots of wonderful, shiny stuff. This cave did not have enough shiny stuff in it, and Glumwort most definitely took offense to it.

She also took offense to the old lady who'd been looking after her the last few days. I mean, the whole free-ride thing was nice, having someone else to do all the dirty work for you. But there was something deeply offensive about how kind and motherly this woman looked.

Obviously, Glumwort was the most loving and motherly person in this room, despite the fact that she was for all intents and purposes, a goblin baby. It was important that everyone [i]knew[/i] this, and Glumwort was going to make sure of that. Whether they liked it or not.

After a brief and heated exchange with the old broad, Glumwort set to work on her goals. It was her duty as Mother Duck to "assist" the runt of the litter to grow up big and strong and bulletproof. Glumwort's idea of "assisting" was neither optional nor pleasant. If anything it ended with the death of innocence, hopes and dreams.

 Now, what poor sod needed her help most of all? She let her beady, judging eyes scan over the infantile drudge of child-goblin inferiors that cluttered the room. Why, that little grub who just mosey'd on out of the place looked a few inches shorter then Glumwort. Obviously, this made Glumglum superior to her in every way, [i]not[/i] that Glumwort wasn't already superior to everyone present.

But how [i]dare[/i] that little brat outshine her in those fancy rags. Glumwort slapped on some good old fashoined mud and then strode out the cave on the lookout for that little gal to push in the dirt. Maybe she'd make her eat some rocks to toughen her up, if she could find her...

Then Glumwort would look for lovely, delectable shinies. And a badger to eat alive, or something.