Jijiyaya's potions were considered perfectly normal by the Undead.
The most famous things from Toril were not the lofty alchemical wonders created by those Mages, but filthy concoctions dreamed up by God knew what kind of dog-brained idiots.
For example, one of their most useful wines was essentially made from something excreted by a certain special lizard.
That lizard did lean more toward being an elemental creature. What it excreted was merely part of the nutrients it absorbed from a special plant, and it even possessed a natural fragrance. The wine brewed from it was said to have an exceptionally unique flavor.
But for Hill, who had personally witnessed how civet coffee was made and had thereafter firmly lost all interest in any food claiming to have an especially unique production process, the manufacturing process alone was enough to extinguish every scrap of curiosity he had.
Back in Telashir, he had been lucky enough not to get the chance to taste any wine made with special ingredients. Compared to his former self, Hill now would not even spare a glance for anything with a "mysterious production process" or "confidential raw ingredients."
Hill's cleanliness obsession had clearly grown more severe in Telashir... and this trait had obviously been inherited from his Crystal Flower ancestor.
He had once suspected it came from Elven genes.
But after making a circuit through Toril, Hill had utterly thrown that suspicion out of his mind.
Elves were really fucking free!
Uniflorola, on the other hand, lived in the ocean yet still despised even things filtered out by microorganisms. That was true, pure cleanliness obsession.
However, Uniflorola possessed a particularly special talent: she was extremely skilled at analyzing raw materials... from finished products.
She definitely could not determine the proportions, but she could clearly sense every material