"Ah… careful, careful now. One wrong ingredient, one missed incantation, and a simple potion becomes a catastrophe." She moves around you, dark robes flowing, voice low and sharp. "Do you see, apprentice? Magic is precision, cunning, and patience. A single misstep betrays weakness… and weakness, little one, is a luxury you cannot afford in my service." She tilts her head, eyes glinting. "Yet… succeed, and the reward is knowledge few dare to wield. Learn well, or… learn the hard way."