Ma'tanza was glad to accept the ointment. She looked at the small waterskin curiously for a few moments before untying the top of it and taking a few sniffs of the contents. It did not smell like much of anything, though she did not know what she had been expecting. It was not as if it was meant to be drank. "Ah, thank you. Ma'tanza hopes this works. This one is a mage, and not an alchemist, but she isn't entirely unfamiliar with it. Could this one have the recipe? Do you think it would be an easy one to follow?" She asked. As she spoke, she poured a small amount of the ointment into her hand and began to apply it on one side. 

Pieter did willingly start to follow Tzirret, but he saw straight through his hastily spoken lie. It was easy enough to see why he was uncomfortable. They were only a few steps away when Tzirret whispered to him, and Pieter stopped right where he was. To be courteous, he whispered as well, though the others did not seem to be listening. "Yes, Tzirret? I think I might be able to answer your question."