( Raising her glass in return, Haelva is content to simply drink with friends. There isn't much of interest in her godly affairs -- she does what she can, preferring to keep to herself rather than connect so deeply with the mortals like Azem and Valentine; though she would be lying to say that she never has her favorites.

Which reminds her-- )

If Azem has none, there was something a follower of mine left at a shrine a decade or two back. A guide, he said, to calling forth a... controllable demigod.

( And who else to help her in testing to see if such a thing was even possible than these two? Haelva takes another sip, before waving over one of her own undead retainers, taking both an old scroll of parchment and a rather large bone from the ghoul. )

I had meant to try it earlier, but time has gotten away from me enough that I hadn't yet had the chance.