[OPEN] upon my grave i stare

Helena was about to march on off expecting the other woman to follow. She turned back, vehemently entertaining the notion.

I dare not use the Maker's magic for such a drunkard's game. Is that what you are - a drunkard? I would have not guessed, her judgemental eye flicked up and down. We are on the chantry grounds. There is no need to flex the gift for the sake of wager, and if you choose, that is one more blasphemy to your current charges. Using magic against a Templar at that. Either way, I suppose I am bound to oblige. Helena cracked her knuckles.

Yes, I will oblige you. But I would prefer our Maker not be pulled into this squabble of yours if you so respect her bounty. If you hide behind her gift, there'll be far more to answer to when this is all said and done. Helena narrowed her eyes, giving a small gesture to the nearby grand chapel, shrines, and graveyards. After all, this is not a tavern with Maker's magic on tap to fling about the table. But, I will oblige you, she growled.