Myth-ion Improbable by Robert Lynn Asprin

With that Aahz was gone, vanished off to another dimension with a faint BAMF.

By the time Aahz got back I had Gleep in his stall in the stables and had arranged for someone to feed and walk him until I returned from wherever we were going.

I was standing near the foot of the bed in my room when suddenly the air next to me sort of went BAMF again. Not real loud, but startling when it happened two feet from you. I jumped. Aahz was back, and he had my favorite demon in the entire universe of demons with him.

“Tananda!” I shouted, stepping toward the beautiful creature with the long green hair and a body that, with a deep breath, could stop a parade.

“Skeeve!” she shouted back, laughing.

Then she pulled me into a hug that I hoped would never, ever stop. Now, granted, it had only been a month since I had last seen her, drunk as a skunk at Aahz’s birthday party. But every time I saw her I figured it was a great excuse for a very long hug. And she sure didn’t seem to mind, either.

Tanda was a former assassin and member of the guild. I wasn’t sure what she did now besides shop and go on adventures. What’s more, I didn’t really want to know. We were friends, and that was enough for me.

Aahz cleared his throat after far too short a time in her wonderful hug. He did seem to mind that she didn’t mind. Oh, well. I still believed she liked me better than him, and that was all that mattered.

She pushed me back and looked at me sternly, her wonderful eyes glaring at me with mock anger.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had bought a treasure map?”