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[sub][color=c0c0c0]"Contribute to the needs of the saints; extend hospitality to strangers."[/color][/sub]
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	[color=c0c0c0][b]Location:[/b][/color] St Etheldreda's, Chapel Undercroft [/center]
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	What began as a a flat sentry's post swiftly became an exercise in trust and nerve. This creature or force, once roused, appeared to be a primal piece of retributive spiritual energy. The warning to not interfere seemed less credible as it began its work. Sister Mary had a little reason to trust this Russian Noblewoman; that trust was barely enough to prevent her from attempting to insert a blessed weapon into the metaphysical form that appeared before them, or the suddenly noticeable budding Cargast in the corner. 

	Once it began to actually work, Mary had a better grasp on the nature of it. While her grip on her halberd remained, it stood upright at her side instead of partially in front of her in a partial guard stance. She let faith carry her decision to meekly allow the manifestation to complete its work, confidence building in her that she was safe. Oftentimes, the kindest of ministrations can appear cruel or frightening. 

	Elizaveta's request for water seemed appropriate, considering both the level of effort she had put into this task and the time it required. Sadly, there was not a lot in the way of creature comfort in the chapel undercroft. It was one of the reasons Mary found herself down there of often; an open space with practical isolation, little reason for the living to come down here on ordinary, daily business. Although every once in a while, Mary imagined that with the right lighting, the undercroft would make a compelling location for receptions or other celebratory events. Perhaps it was a bit improper. Suffice it to say, unless one brought water with them, it was not located here. The nearest place water fit for human consumption would be located was back above, in a rectory just off of the Chapel. 

	[color=c0c0c0]"I shall have that for you momentarily, Lady Romanova."[/color] Unless waylaid by some circumstance, Sister Mary expected to return in less than two minutes.