Nevin raised an eyebrow and shook his head slowly, though his gaze was locked on the small flask. Whatever was inside was positively crying out to his magic, a powerful crescendo that threatened to drown out his very thoughts. The blood inside came from. Nothing he realized, and it was potent - more potent than anything else he had ever encountered, not even his own blood or Stare's compared to the eldritch chorus that sang to him. It was difficult to pay attention to anything beyond the vial, even if he had been studying Stare as she stood up.

With a visible shake of his entire body, the blood mage twisted his gaze to the other mage. The man was still struggling, ignoring the question that came from Avis. Nevin thought that was rather impolite of the bastard, and shook the man's body roughly, forming more cracks in the armor around his neck. At this point the other mage was concentrating all of his protection there to keep the inexorably tightening whip from fully strangling him - though he wouldn't realize that Nevin had slowed down the inwards constriction when Stare asked the man a question.

Still the other man refused to answer, and Nevin let out a low growl of frustration. While they could wait here longer, that ran the risk of more hunters showing up and changing the situation. So they couldn't wait much longer - so Nevin decided to expedite the process and he walked closer to the man, grabbing his raw, bloody roster and jamming his own thumb under the jagged edge of the man's skin. He ignored the pain ed scream and stared up at the demonic mage.

"The longer you refuse to answer my friend, the worse it will be for you. I can drive the severe same threads under your skin from this close, and have them tear you apart from the inside out." normally the blood mage would be nowhere near this cruel or brutal - but these bastards had been holding his friend captive for days, manacled and blindfolded. To let the man speak Nevin withdrew his thumb from the wound, but held his empty hand up in the air, crimson threads weaving back and forth in a serpentine pattern.

The man looked to Stare, possibly seeking respite from the redhead, and whatever he saw in her eyes made him break. A dark stain spread across his pants, the acrid odor of urine permeating outwards from him. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. "M-m-my master -
a being approached my master, and asked for help in getting vengeance on his brother. Said.... Said his brother was reaching too far, interfering too much in mortal affairs." The mage's face drained of all color, his eyes suddenly locked on something. Nevin twisted his head around to see what he was looking at, but whatever had the man petrified in fear couldn't be seen by the blood mage. "No, no, I didn't mean to - I'm sorry, I - grck" There was a strange, muted cracking sound, and the mage went limp.

{Let me know if you want me to change this any}