She took a moment to think if there was anything left to clean up. Ignacio was asleep in his minbar -- she could hear him snoring. No sense in waking him up just to give thanks and to say good-bye. Her initiates had done their duties and could now be dismissed to tidy the arena before retiring to bed. The Reverend Mother had said her piece, and departed. Her accounts with the band and its music-director were already settled, as well.