<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><b><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">Mue, the troublemaker</span></span></b></span>​</div><br/>Of all the fellow students that gave Mue grief, the Phildios Diemoy, the elf boy, was the worst.  He was two or three decades older than Mue but still so young in elf years that it was very unlikely his parents, researchers looking into the ecology of the saplings at the outer edges of Godrick's Forest, would allow him to go to White Castle this year.  His family were guests of one of Ashburn's "noble families" with said noble family trying to win back their social standing in the city of Anise.  There were two traits of Mue's that Phildios found intolerable.  The first bit of irrational hatred was that she was a goblin, a race that was generally despised by the elves.  The second irrational hatred was that Phildios had not yet reached his adult stature and Mue, who was much shorter than the average adult human, stood about an inch taller than the elf boy.<br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>.<br/>Phildios had taken note of the box that Mue had been carrying and had tried to hide under her coat.  "<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Hey, snot-for-skin, what's in the box?</span></span>" Phildios asked in a venomous tone.<br/><br/>Mue momentarily glared back at the elf boy before turning her head and lifting her chin, as if he were beneath her notice.<br/><br/>The snub and refusal to answer irritated the juvenile elf, bringing a tinge of pink anger to his cheeks.  "<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">I'll bet it's something you stole, isn't it you thieving goblin.  A thief from a race of thieves!</span></span>" accused Phildios, his voice rising.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">I scavenged the candy box and ribbon from the village trash dump</span>," answered the young goblin woman, in a voice colder than Ashburn, for being accused of thievery.  "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">People can take what they find from the dump.  It's not against the law, so mind your own business.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">What about what's inside?</span></span>" Phildios went on, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">I'm sure that you didn't put trash in a box and tie it with a ribbon.  Thief, did you steal some sap-sugar candy from somewhere?  Are you going to try to bribe them into taking you to White Castle?</span></span>"<br/><br/>Phildios and his toadies stepped nearer to Mue, trying to intimidate her.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">It's not a bribe,</span>" Mue answered testily, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">I'm giving some candy to our teacher as a farewell gift.</span>"  She seemed to be at the limit of her patience.<br/><br/>Thinking that Mue's failure to say she didn't steal the candy was an admission of guilt, Phildios stepped nearer to her and demanded, "<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">So, thief, how does a stinking, hovel-living goblin get sweets to give away as a gift?</span></span>"<br/><br/>'<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">Was that the best the elf boy could do? </span></i>'  Mue wondered, but still, she'd had enough.  Maybe they'd hit her, but she could dull their blows with INERTIA, maybe....  Mue smiled like a cat at a bird and said, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">Maybe I got them from your elf-mommy and elf-daddy, for letting them lick my crotch and kiss my green ass?</span>"