"Officially, no. I'm a blood minister, which is fundamentally a doctor using more blood magic than your standard fare healer." Is that kind of protection, when it comes to Trench? Maybe! He shrugs lightly, folding up the bloodied handkerchief into the smallest square that he can, idly.

"But I've got a knack for wards— among other things— so it only makes sense to lend a hand where it's needed, you know? I've warded a few buildings as a favor, and that Outpost they've been working on..."

So actually the answer to this is yes, absolutely, he's doing this all the time. Just for free, and he doesn't have a shop or anything, so it's a purely word-of-mouth-based operation. He brightens a bit before going on, "If you're looking for a place to help out, I can dash up a list. There's that Outpost, again, and the Sanctuary for studying corruption— sometimes I practically live there— plus something about creating a new Archive, or so I've heard. The Sanctuary is the only one I'm really involved with, but I doubt anyone's going to turn down additional help."