So...

The burglar broke into your house...

Stole some sort of failed hermit elixir used for whatever...

Took it for some reason, went mad...

And attacked me.

Is that what happened?

This is your fault, right?

It's the burglar's fault too. He must've mistaken it for tobacco.

I don't care about your hair-splitting! Ah, wait, was this job offer just a way to use me too!?