Campanella's apartment was in the heart of Downtown, close to the park at the city's heart. His lodging had an extensive balcony primed to take in the view. Unfortunately the weather was still against spending time out doors, especially once darkness had fallen. Instead, the Moros has laid a welcoming table for his guest with food and table wine. The lighting was warm an friendly, dialled down to a tasteful level.
The meeting was informal - that much was clear when Campanella opened the door; tonight he was dressed in mismatched trousers, shirt and tie. He did not wait long before ushering his guest inside.
"Welcome. Welcome. May I take your coat? Welcome to my home. Please, take a seat. I have not heard from Silent but I still entertain hope she may join us. I've been hoping to talk to you since you first joined us, and I have a proposition for you, if you are interested."
The Moros Councillor welcomed an Obrimos to his home and steered him to the table. His eye strayed to the door.
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