“Don't beat yourself up over it,” Rebecca said to Nina. “There was a lot going on. The pressure can really get to you.” She looked over to the guildmaster. What exactly happened to him? She thought for a moment, before being startled as he got back to his feet, and struck a dazzling pose.

“Whoa…” she muttered, enamored. Since when did guildmasters get so cool? She shook her head. There were more important things to think about. Like just about everything that was going on, really.

"Check some of the bottles,” Dexter said. “Let's see what they've been brewing in here."

“Good idea, Dex,” Rebecca said. “Let's see how well they're labelled…” She began telekinetically grabbing bottles off the shelves and trying to glean their contents. She [i]thought[/i] she remembered how chemical abbreviations worked, anyways. Maybe that was enough.