"What does your Maker wish for in return for yours?" It was what it came down to really. Those that worshiped something or someone were giving their devotions to these powerful beings. The Avvar had theirs. The Dwarves had theirs. The Andrastians had theirs. This was what she'd been learning during her time down here.

"Various things can be asked for. A ritual to ask for better harvest. An offering for safe travels. I know that you mistrust the spirits and I would not ask you to change your mind so quickly. But, is it so strange to offer prayer and offering to that which one believes in so one may have a better life?"

Lifting her hand, she tucked some of her hair behind her ear then decided to venture a question of her own. About his believes and his life. "You are Templar. Were you always this? Was it your choice?"