His own indignation disappeared the moment she said she didn't have on, a look of pure confusion crossing his face as he tried to reconcile why this bird was following her around.  He'd never seen her feed the creature, so if it wasn't her familiar... but as he watched the two of them interact, it started to click.  Did it show up?  That's not how he was told it worked, but perhaps it was different for everyone.<br/><br/>Then again, he wasn't exactly forthcoming in his own right.  "So what are you going to name him?" he started, trying to let her off the cook cleanly, "Because calling it 'Raven' seems a little redundant.  Perhaps... Pete?" he laughed, turning and moving back through the brush, doing his best not to slap himself in the face as he moved through the foilage.<br/><br/>"Not that I take advantage of it, but we're kind of like the royalty here on the island.  Everyone knows we know magic... or at least I can fake it well enough.  And we're friends with Saul, who can heal them.  I imagine if we demanded tribute, we'd get it grudingly," he laughed, stopping for a moment as if he were seriously considering it.  "Nevermind, the city is behind me.  Last thing I should think about is setting up a protection racket.  Knowing my luck, the guild would find me a demand their cut..." he laughed, hoping the joke wouldn't remind her of escaping this place.