The night wears on, and soon, the only people left in the feast hall are the magi (including Mab and Miach, but not Flavius, who left earlier).
Rhiannon stretches a bit. "A hunt it is, then. I shall endeavour to find out what resources the covenant has, beyond the obvious ones, that we can leverage. My visit to the library has shown that it is in disarray; There are many books present that are sitting about. I noticed at least one colentes from House Bonisagus in a pile. Before we can begin, we need to find out what we have. Even our esteemed praeco, Dierdre, admits to having..."
"More stuff than I know what to do with, or had the time to figure out. Yes, I did say that." The voice is Dierdre's, who has, apparently, materialized out of thin air. She appears tired, and sooty, but relatively unharmed. "Ironically, Mab is in the same situation, but not because of a lack of time or skill. She's easily distracted."
"I am not!" exclaims Mab, getting ready to argue the point with Dierdre, when something flaps through a window in the feast hall. "Eeeek! A Bat!" And with that she grabs a broom and begins trying to swat the errant night creature. Fortunately, the bat flies back out the window before Mab resorts to casting spells at it. "Now, where were we?"
"Flavius said I was to give you all the material support I could muster. That, alone, is a considerable amount. However, most of it is an unknown quantity, though My own personal collection of items is well known and documented." She sits down, and gestures, and a bottle and glass of fine wine float over, which she pours for herself. "What a day it's been. I haven't seen one like this since for a long time." She takes a long drink from her glass, then smiles. "I'm glad I invited you here. It makes these old bones feel alive again."