"I don't know what happened to your priestess," the woman said, "but I can tell you what's happening in Cold Rock.  My name is Rebecca," she said, "and I live here with my daughter Liz.  And I'm afraid for her.  I'm afraid for myself."  She sat down, beckoning for the woman and girl to do the same.  "You might want to have your...acolyte...go into the back room with Liz."  Rebecca got up again, and prepared a couple bowls of soup.