"Blood wards are sources of blood pollution," Palamedes points out, helpfully. There's no way to one hundred percent avoid the blood, or using it, or being slowly but surely corrupted, and he's made various overtures about bleeding on everything responsibly, but not to mince words: blood wards are also blood pollution. It's best to minimize, though; he'll concede the point about harming intruders, even if it would be easier.

Maybe that's too necromancer of him, to be careless about harming intruders. It comes with the territory.

The doodle makes him smirk, briefly— a sauce bottle it is, then. He hums, considering the overall effectiveness of an incomplete guide to the local powerset. More useful by far than not having it, he supposes - but he's never had to keep carrying anything around after he's read it once.

"Am I getting a page? Don't draw me as a sauce bottle unless absolutely necessary, if you don't mind. How much do you know about necromancy?"