Ariadne sits quietly in the Circle. Thinking over everything that has happened recently. Two deaths, at least, two mutilations. Designed to inspire fear? Fear can be ignored and driven out. So could other emotions.
Consilium had been a disaster. Between people flaunting general etiquette, thinking its ok to throw their fellow Pentacles to the wolves, and general yelling. Hopefully this initiative towards Cabals will be good. Though Ariadne is more concerned with Rosh and Quadesh.
Checking her phone she sees that see was early as she had planned though earlier than expected. Putting the phone away Ariadne waits for the other Guardians to show up. With a growing understanding of why Henry hadn't used this place often.