"...Wow."

"...I see," is all Astrid says.

"So what's a Keeper do?"

"I care for the Night Mother's body - I keep her from deteriorating, and I keep her safe from threats."

"It's an ancient position that had fallen out of favor with the rise of the Listener, who according to tradition sustains the Night Mother with their own life force. But... We haven't had a Listener in twelve years, just about."

"Oh. Huh."

"It seems much of the old lore isn't widely known, here..."

"We kill people and there's a creepy door. That's mostly it."

She raises an eyebrow. 

"Danella exaggerates," she says, tersely. "But the old ways haven't had much relevance to the daily lives of recruits, as of late."

"That will be changing, then." Slight pause. "With the Night Mother here."

"You do not lead this Sanctuary, Keeper. I do."

She inclines her head. "You do. But it might be... Relevant, now."

Danella is sensing a Political Power Struggle. Exciting! She will fade into the background a bit.

"We will see."

"But I will not gainsay any who wish to listen to your... Explanations of the old ways. If they see their own value in it."

"You are most gracious, leader." And, to Danella: "Would you wish to hear my stories?"

Whoop we're talking to her now okay.

"Sure, I like stories."

Tiny smile. "Though perhaps stories about epic battles more than sneaky assassinations?"

"No, no, both are good. But probably I should make sure Birgitta has a chance to get in on the sneaky stories."

"I'll always welcome more learners."

"Cool."

"You can help our new sister get settled then, Danella."

"Yes, Astridr." She makes a quick bow.

"Follow me," she says to Maellys.

She does so, bringing the cart with her (with a judicious use of Alteration magic to levitate it when she needs to avoid bumps).

"There's some unused dorms, or you could share with someone if you wanted. Um, I'm guessing you probably don't want to put that coffin in a storage room..."

"No. The Night Mother deserves a shrine."