Cynane laughed.
"You know, I actually understand what you're talking about." She said, turning and fitting the book she was holding back onto the shelf. "In my world, Shamans often travel from town to town, waving burning sticks, chanting and selling totems and tonics. They claim everything they do is magic, but you know what? Most of it is complete Mosswine shit. It does nothing. You get the odd idiot who who believes it and goes out into the wild, thinking they'll be immune to harm, or possess the strength of monsters. They usually get eaten, and good riddance to bad brains. But some of what the Shamans sell works. They still say its magic of course, but a lot of the potions that hunters like me use are the same stuff. We make it through trial and error, and get the same results. It isn't magic at all, just alchemy. Taking the properties of different substances, and making something that combines their effects, or improves them. My brother used to do it a lot, and I picked it up from him once he took over my training." She turned back to Dal'Sheed with a frown.
"You think the way things work can be different in each world? That basic mixtures that anyone can make might not work here?"
