"Oh? Hmmph, I'm not going to<em>pay</em>for two employees, I only need one!" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "But if you're willing to work, I won't turn you down." She shook her head, a small cloud of dust falling off of it. "Right, come on in, let's see if you're actually worth paying," she said, turning back into the room. Most of the smoke had cleared out by now.<br/><br/>"You may call me Magister Skybreeze, and I am working on a protective concoction that, if done correctly, will make the imbiber's skin as hard as steel. Of course, if the idiots this place hires to collect ingredients bring me Salamander root instead of Basilisk root one more time, I might just quit and take up gardening, instead," she said, throwing her hands in the air.<br/><br/>"If you want to help, then empty out that basin, safely. The formula's ruined because the wrong ingredients were added. You, girl, go tell the secretary that I need an order for<em>Salamander</em>root, and that he'd better verify what it is before paying those imbeciles and mixing it into my jar of actual good stuff, again!" she snapped.