Nod. "Does Bestet interact with other gods much? Some of the others have mentioned coordinating on stuff."

"I'm no expert in the histories, but there is one very famous legend about how the Twain asked our Goddess for aid." 

"Ooh, what did they want help with?"

"So this is just what I heard, but - the story goes that a woman who worshipped the Twain was in dire need. There was a mage-school for women and it had come under attack by dark mages, who had kidnapped everyone but her. And she prayed for help in rescuing or at least avenging her comrades, and the Twain prevailed upon Bestet for aid." 

"What did Bestet do?"

"There are a couple of versions of the legends. They say She provided magic for the Twain's worshipper to become a living - well, kind of - magical artifact, with uncanny magical powers, in order to enact her revenge. The stories are a bit unclear on what the artifact was, but in the widest-known legend she became a sword - she had been a mage-swordsmith, who made enchanted blades. And she enacted her revenge and freed most of the fellow women, and then - moved on, to continue rescuing and freeing women everywhere." 

"...how does a sword move on."

"- I think that she needed a valiant woman to wield her?" 

"Turning somebody into a sword is... weird as a method of problem solving."

Shrug. "Things that seem strange to us might be the easiest path, for the gods." 

"Why do you suppose that is?"

"Because Their strengths are different from what ours are? Like how they don't have bodies, but do have better Foresight." 

"I confess I'm not sure how that lends itself to sword transformations."

The woman waves her hand. "I've never reckoned I had to understand all the details. Then again, I'm not clever, and you clearly are! Who knows, maybe the answers are out there, just waiting to be found." 

"Maybe! Is there anything else I should know about Bestet?"

"...Goodness, that's a broad question. Give a poor old woman a minute to think, would you?" 

"Sure."

The priestess is quiet for a while. 

"- Hmm, sorry, I'm not really sure what sorts of things you ought to know. There's an old saying that She blesses sailors, I dunno if that's true or if so why She cares about that in particular. ...Also there's an old story that She disagrees with the Star-Eyed Goddess on some things, but there's not much detail that comes with it, could just be something that made good gossip once." 

"Sailors is an odd combination with women as a class. No idea what she and the Star-Eyed differ on?"

"- I don't know, but I was never really one for paying attention to old stories, or tracking down old books. I...could think about whether I might know someone who could know it?" 

"I'm curious, yeah!"

"Of course you are." The woman chuckles again, and then places her hands on her knees and levers herself up from the crate. "Let me go look in my address-book." 

Aza nods and waits.

She's back a few minutes later. "I have addresses for some of the temple elders! They don't live in town but you could send letters to them." 

"That works for me!" And she copies down all the addresses.