<strong>Pytyar</strong><br/><br/>Potions . . . and that, sir, is when Pytyar gained the glass-eyed stare.  He'd never been particularly good with that branch of the magical arts.  Too time consuming, even when a person got good at it, unlike most of the other branches of the art.  "Ah, potions," he said, though, keeping his reservations to himself, "Well, if there's anything I can do to help . . . odd weather we had today, hmm?  Looked like a storm for a while there."