He didn’t really fear this human but to touch the totem gave him a feeling of security. The man in front of him noticed the gesture.
„Hey, Swampthingie, what’s the stink? Is that you or this dead skunk on your belt?“ The human roared with laughter. Hans-Dieter stayed calm. Because firstly, his religion forbade him to react if provoked by others. And secondly, because the Aahw was indeed a dead skunk.
These „humans“ had appeared just recently in the area of the Paloopah-Swamps, but were a lot of trouble ever since. They were arrogant, terrorized other species, and some of them were downright criminals. Quite plainly like the specimen in front of him. Who by the way in this instant drew a kind of small hand axe and aimed it at Hans-Dieter. The tavern fell even more silent. The Droohlo froze in mid-movement, the Flump curled up into one oversized ball of wool, and the Menhor raised his seven branches into the air.
So this was one of those thundersticks that allegedly killed reliably and from great distances. Hans-Dieter remained unimpressed. „You, get moving! Hand them over or I’ll blow away the bigger one of your ugly heads!“ The being was waving around his weapon.
