Swamped

"What's with that friend of yours in the costume? Why is she wearing it and, well, why is she even involved in all this."

"I needed help from someone local and she's not sticking with the troupe. As to the costume..." Minnie just shrugs. "All I can tell you is, she's loved theater for a long time. She told me she doesn't quite feel like herself unless she's wearing some form of costume. But, for reasons beyond me, she took a particular liking to that one."

"Maybe because it covers her face?" you offer.

"That seems a bit unlikely with how much she enjoyed looking in the mirror with less colorful costumes," Minnie says, shaking her head. "No, my best guess is that she feels some sort of kinship with the spirit it's supposed to represent. It's some kind of trickster that supposedly likes to toy with the priesthood, and in some stories, even with the gods themselves."

Hmm. You really aren't sure how safe it is to work with someone like that.

"Does she have a poor relationship with the churches?"

At this point, Minnie bursts into laughter.

"That girl goes to services at six different churches! I don't even know what drives her. Well, that's not entirely true - I know one thing that drives her, but that one thing is enough to earn my trust."

"And what would that be?" you ask. This will probably be quite revealing about what sort of person Minnie is as well.