<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c0/db/77/c0db77cbef981c004a07d1f8d376e85a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Adelaide Meeks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269826.msg13302961#msg13302961)</strong></span><br/><br/>Place:     A strange room with stranger people.<br/>Tagging:  The Wicked and the Dead<br/><br/>Adelaide had been suspiciously silent throughout, which was not often in her nature. To the unfamiliar eye she might appear to be silently scheming. But what she was actually doing was watching Cassandra to see if the wine was tainted. She continued to abstain from her wine, waiting while they discussed the matter with their hostess.<br/><br/>Adelaide gripped her glass by the rim, holding it off to her side while she waited. After Temptation took a step towards Cassandra, she splayed her fingers, letting the glass fall with a clatter. She raised her eyebrows at her cohorts, smiling affably, "Pardon my clumsiness." This was a plain lie as half of them had watched her do it, but she pressed on, "But I should ask while I have the floor. Are the names and faces of our acolytes known past the caravan? Are the clerics who found them in the midst of their hobby there? I only ask to know if the thrust of this outing is to help them escape and flee... or cover up their indiscretions so they may operate freely."