"Caw!" Oolong preens himself. "It looks like Song got it wrong, of course. Here's the real deal. If she takes Basic Witchcraft, she can pick up that Lesson of Life, and get Fast Healing for you, and one more ability for me. That means that I could also offer her a Cantrip Connection and let her use two different cantrips a day, provided they are on the occult list. So that could allow her a bit more diversity with her cantrips, and make me more awesome AND get you more healing"
Then Oolong looks at you. "OR she could pick up two more prepared spells a day. BORING, right?"
"Caw, there's no need to crow over bird puns!"
So I think that I will reuse Oolong -- it seems a fine name for crow familiar. I was thinking about taking the red feathered crow to complement Song's red cape and calling it Ruby Tuesday, but Golarian calls Tuesday 'Toilday' which is really not what this bird is about. I doubt that Oolong will do do much in combat other than make the occasional wisecrack. He's a spellbook and a tutor, not a combatant, thank you very much.
Blake if you can come up with a good way to introduce Oolong into the circus that would be great. It could be that he just arrives -- I picked the Fate patron as the most likely for a Tengu -- or it could be related to upcoming plot.
Doggy Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Oolong is getting nowhere! He barks anxiously. "Woof!"
As he feels his claws lose purchase, he jumps to try to hit the impact foam!
Oolong barks nervously as D drops large rocks in the water.
Swim in there? While he's dropping rocks everywhere? The dog's ears and tail droop as he looks at Cup with big and sad brown eyes. Uh-uh. That's scary.
He hides behind Cup and refuses to enter the water until D is done flinging rocks.
If D stops flinging rocks:
Oolong finally listens to Cup, lets her mount, and then swims them both across.
Oolong wags his tail happily, despite the nasty stench coming off the cliff face. His person, Cup, is paying attention to him. Everyone's paying attention to him! He licks Cup's hand, just to let her know that he's there to help.
Oolong's Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
He sniffs around, nostrils flaring as he catches the acrid scent of goblin and bile again.