"Blood M-?!" Arkash rose his voice and caught himself with a hard press of his lips. He glanced about the yard, then looked over his shoulder to the estate, where his eyes trailed the windows. "...That mark is blasphemous, it's several times more depraved than even the worst abominations Necromancy can create," Arkash justified as a good Daravinic citizen would.
He eyed the boy wearily after the comparison but otherwise continued as the conversation preceded with the jot of a mental note. "And in fairness, if you stray far enough north and land yourself in Lorien, necromancy is illegal." Arkash smiled a little, though there was an obvious degree of bitterness in his eyes for a moment.
"Dependent on the doctor, everyone benefits from Necromancy. A Briomancer can repair even the worst deformations and perform miracles in surgery... It's just human nature to go to the highest paying client first." Arkash spoke with a curl of his nose, as though the notion disgusted him.
A slight shrug was offered at the apology and the advice to steer clear of veterinarian impersonations. "Yeah... Definitely don't want to be kicked," he appeared to agree prior to delving into the story of the village.
Arkash rose his brows at Vivian's confession, of how he quite liked the Rathor. A smile began to pull at his features though it was laden with concern. "...You," he began, then shook his head with a press of his brow. It really wasn't his business, he supposed.
Nonetheless, he continued his story, and Vivian appeared to be genuinely perturbed. "...Close to what you do?" Arkash asked with a raise of his brow. Was Vivian some sort of race that could change shape at will? Or was it that magic that allowed people to turn into beasts?
"A Rathor from that village, some sort of snake, came to me and asked for my aid. I believe she's out there now, feeding it to keep all the working parts... Fresh." And that was the last he'd seen of Selkie, an order to stay with them and make sure they had everything they needed.
"Your own magic..." Arkash trailed in thought. Was there magic that allowed the manipulation of flesh? Or magic that would allow him to gain the knowledge of animalistic anatomy...? His brows rose. "You're one of those mages that changes shape, then? You can become an animal?" He did smirk a little with a confused press of his brow but began to smile warmly before he bowed his head. "...I would be honored to study any of your templates, kind sir," the Rathor spoke with a bow of his head.
He nodded at the boy's declaration, then rose a brow as the conversation shifted to Degare. The Necromancer scratched at his neck with his free hand and peered up in thought. "Yes, so I've been told. His lordship does often indulge in the pleasures of flesh..." He cleared his throat. The slightest smirk pulled at the corner of his lips before he adjusted his vest once again and settled his eyes on the boy.
"Just for the record," Arkash began. "Were you raised here in Daravin?" He asked with something of a curious squint.