Cecilia had already departed, leaving her to show face until the very last of the guests had departed as was traditional for Stormcrowns. She didn't mind. It was right when these parties were winding down that you could have a quiet glass of wine and speak candidly. No politics, no scheming—everyone was too drunk and full and tired for that nonsense. Just griffons and their wits and their wine, truly the best things in life as far as she was concerned.