"Great thing about potions - almost anything works as ingredients. You just have to know how to use them. If even half of the gossip about you is true, I'm sure you have ample opportunity to pick up some unusual detritus." Mona stepped off the ladder, shaking a little sealed vial with a tiny amount of some sort of liquid in it - must be the tear. "I'm not exactly a battle wizard, after all, or I'd have been drafted into the Wardens by now." She smiled, just a little. "I hear they take anybody, these days."