"Tracker? I'm not a tracker. That's like, a ranger or bounty hunter, right?" She gave him a dazzlingly white grin, one full of joyful pride. "I'm an artificer. I make stuff. Really wondrously, cool stuff. Stuff that people say you're not supposed to be able to do, but you know, they don't play around with ley lines and wild magic so how would they know what you can or cannot do?
"I mean, I guess I could be a tracker. I have a potion for that, anyway. It's around here somewhere. I've got one that'll give you the nose of a bloodhound and another one that lights up a person's footprints so they glow in the dark. I have potions that enable a non-magical person to cast fireball like a pyrokinetic and another that will flood out a fire, you know, in case the fireball was accidentally cast inside in a demonstration because someone didn't think my potion worked." Her face pinched into a scowl at the memory. Then her eyes widened. "NOT that that's happened--in a long while--but it could, so it's handy to have.
"Long story short--too late, I know--I take wild magic and make it do my bidding. It doesn't like to be told what to do, though, and struggles a bit and sometimes kicks my butt. But that's part of what makes it so fun!"
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