Nothing I couldn't fix. [It stayed out of the cabinets in the back, which is where he heads. Jars of suspicious ingredients are stuffed into every available space, but a set of stoppered beakers glowing in different colors are what really draws the eye. He produces one in a faint aqua blue and shuts the door again, stepping over a vine. Thank the gods, he healed his limp. He'd be having a nightmare of a time right now.]

This is a tracking spell. You pour this on an object it will lead you to the person it belongs to.