Coe nodded to Iasha as she left.
Outside the infirmary, Geary was drumming his fingers together with anxiety, appearing as if his head were about to burst. Under his breath he was muttering strange things, some the names of elements and compounds, other complicated equations. In truth, he was working out in his head how to make the Cat's Eyes core efficient without directly draining the magic of its user.
Geary: That means you get a companion for four levels, then it gets an upgrade.
Draykin: A very PAINFUL upgrade.
* Digital_Vulpine eeps, since the rules don't specify that I'm exempt from the psychic link that Wizards have with their familiars. o_o;
Geary: GET YOUR PET DRUNK.