Uthri craned her head forward and raised an eyebrow. "You would be surprised. You are probably the first of your clan that she would speak to. Think about it, it would help her to know what the attitudes are towards her here. On top of that, there will be time to talk walking to the clan anyway. I doubt she would demand silence for the whole walk." Uthri snorted and brought her head back, "What? Is there a rumour that she bites people's heads off?"

Sabine was going to refute Peiter's claim that she could get any ingredient she could fathom with her connections, but she would admit that she had never tried. Granted, there were many things that Sabine had never even seen before, and she preferred to forage things herself, but there were some things in books that she had read about. It would be a way to fill gaps in her repertoire while in Bruma. She would consider it for later.

As for Peiter's reaction to the ingredients she presented, Sabine laughed at his expression. "It is not a joke. You might have got some magic when you mixed them before, but you have to treat it properly." Sabine extended her hands and gestured for Peiter to take the ingredients. She then washed out her mortar with some water and a cloth and placed it in front of Peiter with the pestle sticking out. "Now, put the corn and wheat in the mortar..."

What followed was a series of instructions that would seem awfully similar to crushing the ingredients together and making a lumpy and husky dough, but the way the water was added and the way the mixture was processed seemed to have some very pedantic and precise cues. To Peiter, the methods might have seemed inconsequential, but Sabine refrained from flooding his mind with the minutiae of alchemy. About five minutes later, the last instruction was to cut the dough into small pieces in the mortar and to pour a vial's worth of water over the top. In front of Peiter's eyes, the water began to take a vibrant green hue and clouded over. Once it stopped changing colour, Sabine instructed to carefully pour the water into a vial. The end product was weak, but unmistakably different to mere mixing. The remaining dough was grey and inconsistent, barely nutritious any more.

"Congratulations, Peiter," Sabine grinned, "You have just made a stamina potion. It will not be as powerful as usual, but it will work." Sabine purposely understated just how weak it would be - she could make a stamina potion orders of magnitude more effective with more a complex process - but she did not lie about it working.