Varré scoffed. "The Lands Between aren't lost. I'm simply not among them anymore. Oh, I certainly wish I weren't so separated from my Lord, but perhaps that will not always be so." That he was here at all is miraculous enough. Though he no longer felt the Mohgwyn blood in his veins, Vileblood was too similar to simply be coincidence. He simply had to learn what it meant, and how it worked.

And that meant the subject of sleeper blood was one that fascinated him. "Indeed. And more than that, their medicinal properties may be altered as well. They'll quickly take to warmblood, I'm quite sure. And paleblood. The rest--well, I'll need time to learn their secrets." As much as his blood now seemed to have kinship with the roses themselves, a drop placed upon a leaf had made it wither. But oh, wouldn't he love to make a preparation of vileblood roses. It sounded delightful.

And he had human patients that would be perfect for testing their effectiveness. "If you would be so kind. I've barely any furnishings for the patients. Ah, but at least there's four walls and glass in the windows." The glass in particular was a rarity. The windows were small compared to those in other houses he'd seen here, but they let in enough light. Or rather, they would, if he'd had the chance to clean them yet.