Ahhh, he has at least given away his name, good!

"Pleased to meet you, Jurak - yes, the Shaman told me to find someone of his clan. Hmmm, <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/think.gif" alt="" />, so you're the One-And-Only... No, imp is no good food. Not at the moment, he has to ripe and grow up to become a good meal <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/badsmile2.gif" alt="" />." Looking over my shoulder:
"Oh, probably, [color:"yellow"]Nero[/color] coming here, he's another one of our group. Well, Jurak, if you're not too tired, I would like to take you to our camp and introduce you to the others. We're all stranded her in this strange world - a world where the old bond of mutual friendship and understanding was broken, due to violence. The only thing we can do is try to renew the bond between individuals of all races... Ok, let's get going, and ... here, take this crust of bread, will help you against your hunger."

I rummaged in my satchel, dusted off a few crumbs, dirt and whatevers, presented an old piece of dry bread to the orc. He turned it between his claws gingerly and looked at me doubtfully.

[color:"gefh40"]This ... food? Human food?[/color]

"Yep, that's food - at least it does not wriggle and squeal, right? Come on, take a bite, won't kill you."
Looking into my pouch I saw what BeeGee had done: Poor LadyStreak had ribbons on her ears!!!

"BEEGEE!! didn't I tell you something about no nonsense? And as you're able to unwrap your nappie... I warn you, get out of that pouch in time, ok?"

Sheeesh, being an imp mother was not very appealing... though he was a sweet little guy, the way he beamed at me cheerfully - flashing teeth, twiddling his scarf in a Stan-and-Laurie-manner. Hmm, probably his relatives.

I made a quick decision: With an apologizing look towards Jurak, I grabbed BeeGee and went a few steps aside. Placing him on the ground, I dug a small hole, looked for an appropriate leaf and said sternly:

"Now, if you feel a certain... impulse... you tell me in time, I dig a hole for you and you know what to do, right?"

BeeGee nodded obediently.

I sighed with relief:

"Ok, then that's settled - now, ahm... are you ready? I'll turn away, ok?"

After a few seconds I peeped back secretly: That darn imp was busily digging a second hole, dragging a leaf to it and now tried to combine both holes.

ARRGH!

"Noooooooo, this is no game, BeeGee! Aww, you can't be that stupid, can you?"

I picked him up, spit on the scarf and cleaned his grubby hands with it - including ears, face and his belly. Then I placed him firmly on my shoulder and told him to leave my hair alone "NO hanging mat" - spare my earhole "NO entrance or place to put treasure in" and turned back to Jurak , whose face had turned from mint to blue, purple and grey. Did he fear I was going to use the scarf on him, too? I tried a smile:

"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure the other females in the camp may be able to help me with BeeGee's training. Now, come one, let's walk up to Nero."

I wanted to get back to my comrades as soon as possible, a little inner voice was telling me something had gone wrong...