Dana put the machete back in the bag, from which came a loud "Ow!"
Dana sighed. She had been expecting something like this. She reached in, and felt a hard, curved object. One of her imp brother's horns. She pulled him out.
"Stuffy in there!"
"Well nobody asked you to come along in the first place!" said an exasperated Dana. "Do you have any idea what kind of power we're supposed to be dealing with?"
"Help you! Help big sister!"
Dana shook her head. "Great." She couldn't take him back without completing her mission--Astara wouldn't stand for it, and Dana had some idea of how Astara punished the people who failed her. She had no desire to spend the next 5000 years as a coffeemaker.
"Alright, get back in the bag."
"Rather stay with you." The little imp was obviously intrigued by the ever-clashing wonders of the world of chaos. Even Dana was having trouble maintaining her form, as parts of her body grew fur, scales or feathers, requiring concentration to turn them back.
"Back in the bag." repeated Dana, this time with an edge to her voice. The imp obeyed.