[The sanctuary has began to look absolutely spotless, since yesterday. The culprit can be seen flitting through the pews, equipped with a broom, or a dusting rag, or whatever else is needed when the chamber is not used for worship. An auburn haired Barovian girl, in modest clothes befitting her class. Often a sullen look painted on her visage, she has been cleaning every corner, where she could. Seems to be a resident of the Sanctuary, for now.]