You've not met my brother, he's an alchemist. Drank one of his things once? Had blue lips for two weeks. [Their Carta-sort-of-dad, or the figure Yngvi thinks of as the most dad-like of all the various older male dwarves that had a hand in quite literally dragging him up through life, had just stared for a good solid hour.

Fair play to him.]

Also know a mage who likes to burn the fever out.