The Meemba Dilemma

Here is an encounter for your party between dungeons when you are in town resting and re-equipping.

One, or more, of your party is walking down the street when he/she sees a gang of young bullies beating another small figure. You step in and break up the fight and discover that the small figure is a prootwaddle. His name is Odig and he is very grateful.

“Thank ye, thank ye. They try to keel Odig. What can Odig do to repay you?” His face screws up in hard concentration. “I knows! Meemba. I gives you Meemba.”

“What is Meemba?” you ask.

“Meemba is good. Very sweet. You like Meemba” Odig expounds, grinning broadly.

Before you can ask another question or turn down the offer he turns and runs off, shouting that he will give you Meemba. You go on with your business and later share the incident with the rest of the party over drinks at the tavern.

The next morning your party wakes up to find a very small figure in your room.

“Hello”, she says with an innocent smile. “I’m Meemba. My da gives me to you.”

Your challenge is to get rid of Meemba some way. (Have you ever seen the cartoon “The Cat Came Back”?) or return this tiny waif to her father. The prootwaddle family were transients in town and are now nowhere to be found.

I forgot to mention that the inspiration for this encounter came from a license plate on another car I saw on the road the other day. It was a vanity plate with the letters M-E-E-M-B-A.