Damiana was currently practicing the very sorcery that Simetra had noticed it held so highly.  The androgenous alien whispered a few words, sprinking the herbs into the concotation that was slowly cooking over the heat pad.  Damiana closed its eyes, muttering a few more words.  It reached out with its delicate slender fingers trying to decide which instrument would be best to stir it.<br/><br/>"The volcanic rock would be right for thiss.." it hissed, looking down at the obsidian stirrer.  It picked it up, slowly mixing it.  Sense had always been the weakest of its diciplines.  Its hope for this potion was that it might allow him to sense other force users near by.  It finished mixing it, turning down the heat.  The potion was glowing slightly, it seemed like it might be ready.  It seemed like it might work indeed.  It smirked a bit as it lifted it, pouring it into a vial.<br/><br/>It had plans indeed.  Upon hearing of this expediation, it had jumped at the chance.  A chance to study the ancient sorceries, perhaps find the knowledge.  Even better a chance to show its worth as a possible apprentice.  This could be a very good chance indeed.  It smirked as it corked the vial, adding it to its selection.