Adrasteia is here for a few reasons. Firstly, to ensure that the bonfire doesn't get out of hand and bring the wrath of the Seneschal (and who knows who else) onto her head. Secondly, she's curious to see what Mobius is up to since this was mostly his idea. Thirdly, well. She has a few things to burn. Scraps of fabric, torn pages from books that have fallen apart. These things, along with some scented herbs, are fed one by one to the flames, floated on a small puff of air into the pyre.

She smiles, and the elven mage tucks her arms into her sleeves. This was a good idea.

She spends the rest of the evening offering tea and water to those who have gathered, occasionally singing songs, occasionally tucked into a seat and reading. Come bother her!