"Well you should have come and found me." Ptricia went down into the sub-levels for a minute, and came back minus bag but plus an ornate jar, one he'd seen before. "Hold out your hand."<br/><br/>She opened the jar and scooped out a lump of the thick white cream insde. "Some cream of Isis will sort that out. Can't have our lead guitarist playing at less than his best."