An old church, downtown. In the past, it was a place of worship, of unquestioning devotion. It was still that, but those within fought for different ideals. Headquarter of the Arrows, and of the Guardians. And for today, headquarters of the Awakened. The wards over the place have weakened, faded, and finally been replaced by a weaker version, maintained as well as it can be. For now, all may come, freely, through mundane means.
Neat rows of tables have been set up in the wide hall, with chairs for those who want to sit. There's a comfortable distance between the furniture and the windows, for the security-minded among the Mages.
Another, slightly bigger table is set at one end, with 6 more elaborate seats facing the rest of the room set up behind it.
Whoever organized this wonderful little display didn't stay behind to receive guests, and for the moment the room is deserted.