The baroness looked a little puzzled for a moment, perhaps being genuinely surprised by the question, and perhaps wondering if Mialla was asking to be excused in a diplomatic manner. After a moment she decided to assume the former and ignore the possibility of the latter for now.<br/><br/>"There's not all that much actually. Sword practice with the other priests of Sif, which I take care of during the morning, most of the time. What little administrative duties there are I leave in Alva's hands. Prayer is something we treat as an individual affair, except for a few important days a year, like the solstice celebrations. You may have noticed that we don't have any drums, horns, bells, or somesuch to call the faithful to prayer? That's because we have very little in the way of organized church services."<br/><br/>She rose and filled a cup for herself from a pitcher on a credenza. "Mead?" she asked Mialla, before she went on. "I think the way we practice religion in the North is quite different from the Lancrestian ways because the North lacks large cities. Our traditions did not arise from temples and abbeys, but rather suit village priests who are as much farmer, herder, or hunter as they are priest or priestess. When you have harvest to bring in before the winter, when the ewes are lambing, you tend to that first, and worry about organizing a prayer session later. And the Lady Sif does not seem to mind. At least she has never withheld her blessings from me, yet."