"Silver?" Handy groaned, turning back over on the ground, his deer-woven cloak now utterly ruined with beer. Silver Platter smiled nervously from behind her literally bubbling cauldron. A book lay propped up on a stand behind her. There seemed to be several strange circles drawn onto various surfaces using differently coloured chalk, dried herbs, and vegetables hung from various places. A disturbing array of slap-dash, glass instruments filled with many different coloured fluids lined the walls and counters. Handy blinked. "Are you… an alchemist?"