Here is a sea of grass and rolling hills, stretching far as the eye can see. Far to the east and west, past the fields of green and autumn-orange, mountain ranges rise up and past the clouds: cliffs to the heavens, climbing without end.
...The tinticures she's talking about are actually not the same thing—by which she means substantially inferior to—real healing potions, which is more of a rich people thing. Maybe it's a dialect difference.
"Skills, or something?" Ilique says instead. "Eh, well. My specialty is body strengthening." And poisons, but that's not the kind of thing you say to a travel companion you just met, and it's implied enough anyway. "It's why we're heading for Ger; they have all the interesting herbs."
"Golarion abilities are grounded in something other than the Skill system, so I tend not to call what I can do by that name except for things I've picked up since I got here."
"Spells are where it's at," says Veront. "Or I don't know what else it is you have going on, but you said you have spells, at least. You know what you're getting."