Huberta Bushe

Huberta is still finding her way. Not a leader and not a follower, she’s feeling out her environment to determine who she might trust. A true believer, it’s organized religion that leaves her skeptical. She is concerned by what is rumoured to be the real intent of the Temple of Eternal Life. The clergy elite are rarely seen and never spoken of, except in whispers. From the limited vantage point of her current station, everything seems fine, but it sure doesn’t feel that way. The biographical information of some of the senior members doesn’t make sense, unless extreme longevity is more common than she knew. If only she could access the lower levels. There must be better records down there. Living quarters? Meeting rooms? Something.