Oh... no. No, it. Doesn't work. It's never worked. I mean, maybe. Magic? Spells? Illusion? Not alchemy -- I just make potions.

[He's rambling. He knows it, and shuts up. Opting to fumble around his belt for water.]

[Peeking up slightly as the human speaks again.]

Is there a College here? For mages?

[He'd always wanted to try it out. But "No you have to mind the store" led to "we don't have the money to send you to the Imperial City". And then Skyrim happened.]

[And Winterhold hadn't exactly been eager to let in someone who tripped over their words. But maybe here...]