"A man with convictions is a man who serves the Maker well," Helen said with a smile, spreading some cream on one of the scones. She seemed more relaxed now that the business was dealt with. And indeed she did feel better, to know that she would have her own sources to rely on within the Warden's numbers. If all went well she would have herself two Templars within their ranks. It was best to always get the most information to make informed decisions after all.
"It is true that one's highest responsibility ought to always be to the Maker first," she agreed. "For it's he who holds us accountable for all that we do in this life, to guide us into the peacefulness of the next, at his side."
His smile when he spoke of his home though, that put a similar smile on Helen's face and her eyes softened slightly. She could remember it well enough, her journey to the grand city. It had not been so very long ago, just before she'd taken on the mantle of Revered Mother at the Amaranthine Chantry. Perhaps longer than she'd wish to admit, but the memory was so clear. She'd felt at home there, perhaps because it had seemed so clear to her that the Maker had blessed that city and painted it with his light. So beautiful and shining it had been.
She chuckled softly at his question. "Not at all. I was quite well taken care of. I was attending a Chantry event, a gathering of sorts. The Divine came forth and offered us words of advice and wisdom. I remember it as a very influential moment in my life." She looked to Rhone. "Have you ever had the privilege of meeting the Divine, Ser Rhone?"