"Professor, Professor Cassie! I'm feeling a bit nauseous. That's supposed to happen, isn't it? A feeling of sickness." The little charlatan remained seated and looked away from Morgan to whom he had looked as he spoke and refocused on his crystal ball. "Booht, I don't see anything. Joost a bunch of trees. With mad root systems." He paused as he shut his eyes.

"And the alchemical symbol for copper." He concluded exhaustedly before putting his head down onto the surface of the desk. Meanwhile, a silent sigh of relief washed over the land as it was realized that the boy had no puking pastille upon his person that day.