[ His moods vary from grim to severe to reticent. This evening, it is the former of the three, but he has the decency to appear somewhat surprised at her appearance, insofar as a single, slight brow raise can convey. When his expression smoothly corrects itself, he gestures to the alleyway between the two warehouses. ] Maiden Rinea.

[ Might as well get right to the point. Inwardly, it can be said he's grateful for her arrival; however, young woman such as her ought to be among the festivities. ]

Mind your step of the rubbish. [ He brings out his communication device, and after some fiddling, he gets its flashlight function to turn on (something he does know how to do). The beam illumiates the ground in part to reveal the various little on the floor, but Somnus stops short of the middle of the alley, at which point he gestures to the ground. Should she peer more closely, they stand at the edge of a mangic circle. ] Inert. [ He supplies, bluntly, and then steps across the imaginary threshold. ]

...A bloodmage carved this circle into the ground. There is a spot of their medium [ That is, blood. ] there. [ He's brought something to collect it with, but doesn't gather it just yet. Instead, he turns back to face her. There's something more weighted in his eyes, his gaze darker. ]

Are you able to alchemize the blood itself to an object? So that one may douse back to its master.