Derian nodded, "Right. Well, I am curious about one potion in particular..." he eyed the other's in the room a little uneasily, "Erm, while the name of it slips my mind, it's chief ingredient is monkshood, or aconite." He figured she of all people would not only understand his vagueness, but also grasp its underlying meaning. Talking frankly about Wolfsbane invariably created a public stigma that he wanted to avoid for the moment, even if he was only half-lycan.

"And I need to know how difficult it is to learn, as well as how to make the potion--or at least where I can find all of said information. But, that said, I would really appreciate your help, because I hear tell its a complex brewing process." The full moon was ever approaching, and if this potion would be able to help alleviate the side-effects of his condition, he wanted it.