[As if he'd been summoned, up rolls--indeed, as Cliff had stated, a foot tall marble ball, featureless, though as it ceases its movement, one arm pops out and waves at Lys, politely.]

There he is. That's Rounder, he's my familiar. [He probably hadn't caught sight of the capybara, or he'd ooh and ah over the dapper little guy.]

Sometimes he acts like he thinks I want to get rid of him, and I don't know why.