No more then a few weeks ago Puck had been the sole libertine in Sacramento. That had been the norm for months, almost a year even, but that was only if you count a certain living disaster as a libertine. Puck didn't, and it was safe to say that he considered himself the sole libertine of Sacramento's recent history. Alone to hold the line. Alone to fight the hierarchies of Sacramento. Alone in an order whose values hold collectivist action above all else.
Not anymore.
In a span of days Nevermore arrived to Sacramento, doubling the libertine influence in the city. Then Moira and Apollo voiced their desire to join the order, once more doubling the population. The Libertines now had the makings of an assembly. Votes could be held. Decisions made. The collective will of the assembly would once again be democratic and diverse. Puck couldn't wait...
...except for the fact he currently was. At the lorehouse in the Circle of Creation to be exact. While the space shared the Circle's vaulting ceilings and stained glass décor, the space was surprisingly empty. Truth be told, Puck didn't do anything with it. A fact supported by the amount of dust that had gathered in his neglect. He was always afraid that if he did he might bump into Anima, and after Anima's departure? He just sort of... forgot. he had his sanctum and hallow, even started a library. With no other libertines in town the space never felt like it had value to him. It was never meant to be just his, and yet it was. The sole libertine, alone to dictate it's purpose as he saw fit. Which is probably why it felt so wrong to do anything.
Now though? Puck probably should have at least swept the place.
Order meeting as promised to get Moira and Apollo sorted and give the new mage some socializing opportunity.