Knowing where Adelaide's last crusade had landed them all, knowing what she was about to do and say, who she was about to meet, Cecily smiled in savage satisfaction. I hope she guts you like a fucking fish, Ade, was her last thought before she walked out of the meeting chamber, and to her rooms. Methodically, she stripped out of her ceremonial robes, pulling on the tough leathers, and strapped on several daggers. Walking quietly out the front doors, noting that even the sentries had been pulled from their duties, Cecily Disapparated with a smooth crack.