"I regret to say that I have not," says Raistlin, not regretting it in the slightest. "Are you done? You're going to give me heatstroke, carrying on like this."

But watching what she's doing is making him curious. He's familiar with the properties of wormwood, of course, as any competent herbalist is; surely the plant isn't so exotic to her?

"What are you trying to accomplish, anyway?"