"Do you have something in mind, Revna?" Arriving at his room, Desmond closed the door behind him and asked quietly.
Revna stepped out of the shadows and answered. "I don't claim to be smarter than you, Master, but that blood gives me a strange feeling. I thought using it would be more than just a little dangerous."
The security mask Desmond was wearing broke. Given Revna's affinity for dark mana, and likely related arcane laws, the girl's instincts regarding certain things should be pretty reliable. Desmond himself had also felt something in this blood, something similar to darkness.
