The inside of the building is all one room, with a half-loft. The decor is very plain. 

A short-haired woman in boiled-leather armour over a homespun tunic and trews is sitting on a crate, next to an open chest of weapons, polishing one of the practice blades. She lifts her head, nods tersely to Azabel. "Hey." 

"Hi! I'm doing a research project about various religions, who should I talk to?"

She glances around at the otherwise-empty room. "Well, me, I suppose, since Agna is teaching lessons." 

"Thank you! So what's the basic doctrinal idea here?"

The question earns her a gruff smile. "Have a seat." The woman pats another crate next to her. "It's not complicated. Our Goddess wants women to be strong, and self-reliant, and capable of defending ourselves." 

"Why does she want that?"

"- Because it leads to more of the other things She wants to see in the world, I suppose? She values, hmm, how best to put it - thriving communities of women working together in the fight for justice?" 

"Why specifically women?"

"Because She's a Goddess, I reckon?" 

"What does that mean? For gods?"

"...Dunno, really." The woman does not seem very curious about the question. 

"They don't have bodies, right?"

"Well, no." She's started cleaning the sword again, though her eyes are still on Azabel. "She has to use ours, if she's got any need of one." 

"Does that happen much?"

"Enough, I guess? Happened to me once. Twenty years back." 

"Wow! What happened?"

"Was taking my little sisters to the market, we were ambushed by some bandits. I'd - worshipped Her before, but casual-like, you know? But I started trying to hold them off and - I prayed, and She took over my body, and..." Her expression is almost blissful for a moment. "And then all of a sudden, they were all unconscious on the ground. Not dead, none of them, which was a real relief taking the matter to the city guard." 

"Wow, I bet! You don't remember the part where she was in control?"

"I do a little, but - it's all like a dream, it felt like I was seeing it from a long way off while - someone very strong held me, and kept me safe..." 

"What do you remember?"

"Let me think a minute." The woman frowns intently. "Glimpses of my sister's faces. I remember Her moving my body - I felt so strong, when She was working through me." A sigh. "Wish I remembered more of the actual fighting moves. I'd barely had any training, back then. Twenty years and I'm still not as good as I was in that one fight." 

"How old is this religion?"

"People worshipping Bestet, or this particular order?" 

"The first one."

"Oh." The woman waves her hand vaguely. "Thousands of years, probably. They dug up old statues and relics in the south, that look just like Her as she appears in visions now."