Gathered at the Circle of Creation, those who wish to attend the memorial service for Crowley and the Consilium's fallen will find Truce at the central altar. The dais, on which the Consilium's meeting had been held is now clear of the Council chairs and the side table now sits at its center with a handful of unlit pillar candles. A pack of matches sits besides it.
Crowley's body was taken by family members, to be buried as they saw fit. There is no need for a funeral, for Truce knows that Crowley was more than the flesh he left behind. This service would instead be for the living to say their goodbyes, and to remember those who have passed beyond.
He waits for the gathered to appear. Wayland and Faye, he hopes, will say a few words. He had already invited others to speak. For now at least he should share his own words. He speaks from the side podium.
"I counted Crowley as a friend, at least on my part. Though we shared different views and beliefs, we supported each other. Since I first arrived to this city, Crowley has been there for this community. He was selfless in many things and would never turn down a request for help. I admired him."
Truce pauses, forcing his voice not to break with emotion. He instead clears his throat before continuing.
"A talented and resourceful Magus, taken too soon from this, our Fallen World. May his soul find solace in the hereafter and may we each learn from his sacrifice."
Truce walks from the podium to the table and he takes out a match to light the candle, a small light in the vast cathedral space. He then returns to the podium.
"Those who knew Crowley may come forward and say a few words."
Truce leaves the podium and dais and takes a seat at the front of the rows of chairs, his eyes lingering on the candle flame.