Yotsuyu waved a hand in front of her face, coughing the fumes out of her lungs. She stood and plucked the 'root' the man had carelessly tossed into his potion vial, and peered at the writing on the jar.

"Here is your problem," she stated coolly. "For what you were doing, you wanted acacia root. This is artemisia root. Wormwood. You are lucky you did not poison us all."

The tone of her voice clearly intimated she thought he was a dolt.