The octagonal room saw less use then it should and had gone, not overlooked, but certainly under invested by himself in light of his efforts for the greater Consilium as a whole. Something he will need to find a way to remedy. It is no small task keeping everything balanced. Path, Order, Consilium, legacy. It leaves no room for the self. If that was a good or bad thing he was as yet undecided.
Opting to have left his robes at home today, something about them no longer seemed fit for purpose, Chambers has instead opted for charcoal grey three piece suit the jacket of which is neatly folded on one of the cushions that made the window alcove seats somewhat more tolerable to sit on. The mage himself moves around the space slowly lighting the candles housed within the lanterns to spread sufficient light for their meeting while still keeping the various alcoves in shadows should the occupants wish for a little privacy once they had begun. The juxtaposition of light and dark, known and secret important symbology for the order is something he apricates. The repetition the need to pause to light each candle soothing, focusing for a meeting he suspects could get rather turbulent if not handled correctly.
Once the candles are lit he takes a seat in the alcove seat moving his jacket to his lap and leaning back into the shadows to wait patiently for the arrival of the other members of the Alae Draconis.
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