For a moment, Nevin felt a little taken aback. It was rare for him to find someone else who was as enthusiastic about magic as he was - and he was probably to blame for that, as he generally didn't talk about his magic too much. Still, this was a refreshing opportunity to talk with someone else. But where to start? Nevin coughed and rubbed his chin.

"Firstly, I grew up in Salvar. So my knowledge of conventional magic, and this Tap, is rather limited. What I do know is that the Great Flow isn't really something normal mages can pull from. It is... Ah.
Well. Blood magic." He rubbed the back of his head as he stared into his mug. This was the most casually he had brought this subject up with anyone else, period - and yet, somehow, once again, as he was talking about it, there was alcohol involved. It was a strange set of coincidences.

"Moving from that - you're both right and wrong, in that I am more closely touchedby the Crimson than others. My hair color did indeed used to be a different one - and you're one of the few to note that my eyes aren't actually black. But it wasn't because of the banishing - I have been this way for several years now. Since I first encountered the Church of Crimson and its corrupt group, in fact. I thought I had rooted out all of those with a connection to the Scarlet back then, but events in the local chapel proved me wrong." Nevin took a long swallow, draining the glass of all of its contents before setting it back down firmly. He took a slow breath and rolled his shoulders - tense as he discussed this. It was... Strange for him to be so open, but he was trying something new - Stare, Rainee, and Madison had all accepted his power without a blink, no sign of revulsion. So he was trying to be more open about it, about what he could do.