"And I'm telling you that this was standard training in Garlemald!" he yells after Felih.

Muttering to himself, he glances around to make sure no-one else is watching before whistling. His familiar immediately responds, sees his predicament, and gives an odd barking sort of laugh. He scowls.

"Get me a towel already, Nyx."

A smug swish of her tail before she turns to obey. By the time he starts climbing back out of the river, she has a towel in her mouth for him to take. Felih will no doubt be pleased to see the Ascian firmly wrapped in it when he returns.