Geoff blinks in surprise as his preferred weapon leaves his paws and a new, less elegant one takes its place. He appears to have a bit of trouble keeping it up, and gently unsheathes it to shed some of the excess weight. "Ah, a katana. Unbalanced, heavy, slow, and impractical, but very hard hitting and cuts through most forms of armor at its period of use. Haven't held one of these since... seven years ago? The Orient is quite a mystical place, and their arts of swordsmanship are quite elegant and beautiful, despite their weapons tending to contrast the nature."
Geoff catches himself monologuing and lightly knocks away the rapier blade with the tip of his current weapon, before addressing his opponent. "Hello there. Yamato, was it? If I heard correctly, and if my eye for the fantastical hasn't dulled over the years, you must be an otherworlder, correct? Or, 'Demon', I suppose, as you might be used to peasants and militia shouting at you. I apologize if I'm not giving you the appropriate respects, but aesthetics are non-indicative with otherworlders, and I haven't heard you speak enough, but, forgive me if I'm mistaken, you would be a member of one of the upper realms correct? Members of the mid realms tend to at least address their opponents in duels, and the occupants of lower realms typically forgo physical combat for that of mental acumen."
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.