[OPEN] upon my grave i stare

Vivienne flashed a grin, as she summoned a sword from thin air. It shimmered with mana, that act alone should be enough to tip a devout member of the Chantry off. It was a skillset only taught by the Chantry to their most trusted mages became Knight-Enchanters.

I expect better of you. You wield the Maker like a shield and that is not appropriate. She moved past Helena, shoving the other woman with her shoulder as she passed.

And she made her way towards one of the many training rings in the city, away from the chapel, shrines and graveyard.