"Hm. Well. The answer to pretty much all of your questions are tied together. So, let me answer them not in the same order that you asked them. Your last question first. What kind of person would I be to turn away those seeking help who have done nothing to me? There are two answers: a terrible one, and a guild alchemist. Now, if you had by chance, at some point, harmed me or those close to me, this would have been an entirely different encounter, and you would have left here with nothing but my enmity. However, you have been calm, you have been courteous, you have been polite and restrained despite the fact that your hunger has your fangs showing." Nevin raised an eyebrow and gestured for her to drink her blood. He waited until she had done so before continuing in the same even tone.
"Now. As I do not judge people before I have met them, I do not agree to abide by many of the guild's restrictions, one of which limits the races that one can provide aide to. I cannot stand such decisions, so I will not do so.
Mark one. Mark two, someone comes to me for aide, and as a guild alchemist I would have to demand payment, or risk losing my job. I refuse to sit by like that, as I would detest it if someone else sat by when I needed help. Ahem. So,
you say you were thrown out when you needed help, and ask why I would refuse to join the guild. That question, answered itself." Nevin sat back and folded his arms as he thought. That.... he hadn't paid much attention to the bylines of the guild, just memorized them and tucked them away to never be actively thought of again. But now, Sivienna was bringing them to the forefront, and he was fuming. Any and all special research and development had to be cleared and guided by a senior alchemist, and if you went against that they had a special potion that could seal an alchemist's ability to work their magic on brews. At least, they claimed that. Nevin had his doubts, but even so - that was a brew that needed to be eliminated. Or memorized, then eliminated. But that they would actually forbid helping vampires, when the blood-drinkers were actively trying to get around their painful situation was appalling. He grit his teeth for a moment before blowing a tuft of brilliant red hair out of his face.
"And, well. I refused initially because I prefer charting my own path and the guild likes to have all of their little ducklings in nice little rows. People like me, alchemists who don't bow down to that order, get cast out and labelled the 'riffraff' and for the most part, ignored. Now, I have a couple of advantages that worked around the guild not helping me because I wouldn't bow to them - but others can't, they need the guild to survive. Many alchemists cannot gather their own ingredients for example, they rely on the guild to supply them - I much prefer gathering my own, and even aside from that I have a few friends who help me in exchange for services. Secondly, I quite enjoy working on problems for non-human races, they fascinate me far more than human ailments tend to. However, the guild prefers people only work on medicines for their own race. Pah." He snorted and shook his head. "And the guild has a few ingredients that they just refuse to allow experimentation to be done with. One of those, well, is blood." He gestured to the jugs of blood he had prepared for her. "A normal alchemist could, theoretically,
have prepared these. The problem is, he would have no idea what to do, because blood is not a substance he uses as a base here. I work primarily with blood because of..." He shrugged. A vampire wasn't about to think blood magic was disgusting. "Well, because I'm a blood mage. A blood alchemist, I suppose." Another shrug.
