I talked not too long ago about how useless Tamarind is, what with the sunbathing and the overpulling and the being emo all the time. While those are all still very real problems that my baby huntard faces, I wanted to try to be a bit more positive today and dwell on the fact that I did find one place where Tamarind can be useful.

Before I go into detail about where and how this happy discovery came about, I do want to share the fact that I opened the topic up for guesses and discussion on Twitter. Many props to Anea for guessing that he helped to put out fires. I’m going to throw so much water at him before I set off on that particular quest – it should help both his scaly skin and me with putting out Horde fires in record time.

But, alas, due to being burned out (haha) on the Midsummer festivities, I haven’t gotten around to doing more than a bit of pole dancing and honoring and desecrating the fires in Hellfire as needed. The rest of the time I’ve been questing, looking forward to the day when I finally get away from the reddish hue of Hellfire so that I might be able to actually find Tamarind when he’s slacking off on a rock somewhere.

In the meantime, though, I found Tamarind’s true place of happiness and usefulness.

In the bedroom.

Oh. Yes.

We were at the inn at Honor Hold, talking to a rather studly specimen of dress-wearing Draenei, and then we wandered into a bedroom nearby. Tamarind seemed a bit mopey, as is his wont, so I told him to go right ahead and be more aggressive.

That lit a fire under his tail, let me tell you. He darted all about the room, toothy grin firmly in place. I had never seen him quite so active, quite so happy or quite so expectant.

All in all, his ecstasy and usefulness might have been somewhat short-lived. In just a few minutes we were done and headed back out to the cruel Outland’s sun and the dry, dusty terrain. We were back to fighting demons and demon pigs and, well, more demons. But something special had happened in that room in the inn. A time when Tamarind did all the work and seemed happy to. A time where Esyllt sat back and allowed him to have his way…

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You filthy-minded creatures! We were helping with an exorcism! What did you think I was talking about?