[nehan's yard is bare save for some cobblestone that were once a path, everything else had been cleared out long before the erune moved in, not even plants live here. he's annoyed by that, because he would have liked to grow some to make his life easier, but the land is infertile, he knows nothing will grow.

for now, the fact that it's barren is a boon, because he can drop blood onto it and not worry about ruining plants. after rolling up his sleeves and strapping on sterile gloves and a face mask, nehan places a basin at his feet to catch any stray blood, draws a gleaming scalpel from his tool bag, and beckons the man to come to him.]

Stand here, right before me, and offer up the arm you're willing to have cut.

I also have to warn you, blood magic fights me sometimes because of my elemental affinity, so this may be difficult for both of us.