She had a place and her comrades were being sent away. An opportunity unlike any other was presented to her, and a plan began formulating in her mind. She had grabbed hold of Godfrey, the dour-faced knight before he could leave, pressing a bundle of notes into his claw and closing it over with her own talons, glaring desperately into his eyes before turning and walking away before anygriffon could see them. They were instructions, parts of her plan, and Godfrey was the most levelheaded knight in their entire cadre. The rest was in the hands of the All-Maker, and she prayed fervently Godfrey would pull through and gather the knights while they were away from the scrutiny of Geoffrey and the entirety of Skymount. She would explain things to them later, if they pulled through, if she pulled through, if none of them gave into their fear of Geoffrey and sold her out.