Athelstan pauses when Roland mentions his beliefs, looking over toward the other man in a long, calculated pause. He's not sure exactly what to say here- the justification has some merit, he knows, but it still doesn't quite sit right with him and he doesn't know why.

Slowly, he sets his glass down and taps a fingernail thoughtfully against the wood of the bar.

"It would be. The lady Sigyn has granted me the power to heal my allies with magic; a power that Christ demonstrated in the bible, and no man in my world has seen since." There's a pause, and Athelstan's jaw tightens slightly, before continuing. "My days as a follower of the one God are behind me now. Whatever these deities want, I will give them."