Edwin rested his forehead against Oliver's head, sighing happily at the hand sliding down his back. "Pywaln? Well, he's an elf." He breathed a laugh, knowing that Oliver knew that much. "He's a fighter, because I wanted to use a sword, because swords are cool. And he also knows calligraphy, because calligraphy is also cool, and I wanted something kind of posh since he's an elf. Um, his family is my family, which I think you knew. He's not royalty, he just wears a nice crown that's enchanted to give him a really good sense of direction. And for a while he had a pet flamingo, but it ended up getting eaten by wolves." At the mention of pets and canines, he momentarily lifted his head, looking around to make sure their puppies were still sleeping, before resuming his former position.