"You would need to collect some ambient magic and bring it back to one of the Sages, and then we would use that collected magic to transform you into a spellcaster."

"Would that take time? Or, how long would it take?"

"Not very long. Once you've collected the magic the spell is reasonably quick."

"And is there, like, some kinda screening? A test? Or do you just make anyone who wants to be a spellcaster into one?"

"Anyone can be a spellcaster if they want to be."

"Oh by the way I heard there's a Potion of Immortality and a Potion of Prompt Resurrection. Do you know how to brew those?"

"Yes."

"Could you teach me?"

"Only once you're sufficiently powerful."

"...you can become more powerful? How? What does that mean?"

"As you practice your magic and hone your skills you become able to perform more impressive feats of magic, store more charge, create more complex effects, and so on."

Hm.

"Would you sell a Potion of Immortality and a Potion of Prompt Resurrection?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Could someone else?"

"If they wish, but very few spellcasters are capable of brewing those potions and their ingredients are very rare and hard to acquire."

"I suppose that's fair enough..." He really, really should think harder about this. He should weigh the pros and cons, and spend more time coming up with questions and figuring out how it all works.

He doesn't wanna.

"Can you turn me into a spellcaster? How do I collect ambient magic?"

"I will give you the temporary ability to perceive and interact with it, and then you have to go out and collect it. Get as much of it as you can, until you can't hold any more of it, then come back to me."

Sounds straightforward enough. He might even be done before his afternoon class.

"Alright, I want to do it."

"Then get ready." They stand up, putting their tea down, and start waving their hands around as wisps of magic accumulate around their hands. They do this for a few seconds, then they gesture at Peter and all of the accumulated magic goes into him.

And Peter can suddenly see.

There's magic everywhere, clinging to the walls and the floor and the sofa and to Peter himself, swirling around the Sage and the person experimenting with the cauldron and the cauldron itself, flowing in the air through the walls. It doesn't overlay itself on top of Peter's sight any more than sound does, and he could easily ignore it if he wanted to, but if he looks for it it's there.

Wickedddddd. "So do I just grab it from wherever or...?"

"There will be very little free and useful magic here in the mansion, but if you walk around the Realm you should be able to find much more of it."