Blackwater Islands he died with that dream still alive in his head

This wolf had NO sense of humor. Y'know, my mom always said when a wolf frowned too much, their face would stick that way. You don't have much fun, do you? She prodded him verbally, and good-naturedly. He wasn't alone. She was starting to get the sense there weren't many here who were fond of fun.

Sounds interesting though. And really vague. Keeper of what? The titles here were odd as hell too. The Listener she guessed kind of made since since, by now, Bridget had mostly figured out that they were heavily religious. The Speaker she'd never sorted, but Morgana wasn't around anymore to ask. She'd been tucked away with kids on the way. Keeper of lore? Of secrets? Of religious practices?