"I don't bother much with it," she admits. She is, after all, still Protestant - or so she insists outwardly, ignoring her private struggle between duty the ever-increasing leanings toward Hermetic mysticism in her life. "Supposedly they have great influence, though I've never seen any hard evidence. Conjecture and faith."

There was a time when she would be far more dismissive than that, but being in the midst of a so-called purification Crusade as it was happening... well. She's been a bit quieter about her church. All the same, she doesn't seem inclined to dwell on the subject of the rainbow toy polytheistic god set about town, and hands over yet more papers, some stapled together at the corners.

"This district is called Sobek Croix, and the town center is just west of here. There are a few landlords that offer free utilities to Hellsing employees. They like the business. I'm not sure how fond you are of the quiet atmosphere out here, I understand it's a bit out of the way, but it's worth the recommendation." The Inn is only hospitable for so long, anyway.