<strong>Pytyar</strong><br/><br/>The weaponmaster smiled and noted the direction of the familiar's gaze.  Yes, trust him to be watching that sight.  "Well enough.  did you happen to see a dark skinned woman come this way," he asked, glancing around a little, "New apprentice I met outside.  She just took off from the parade ground a short while ago . . . we were supposed to go find Volysovich."<br/><br/>At the moment, Pytyar had no treats.  He didn't have a familiar himself, didn't see the point, so he wasn't always ready to deal with the pets.